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A  Scriptural  and  Poetical  Calendar 


HOLIDAYS,    BIRTHDAYS,    AND    ALL    DAYS 


BY 


REV.   S.   DRYDEN   PHELPS,   D.D. 


Every  day  will  I  bless  Thee.  —  Psalm  cxlv  :  2. 

Speaking  one  to  another  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs.  — 
Ephesians  v  :  19. 


SILVER,    BURDETT    &   COMPANY 

New  York        BOSTON         Chicago 
1891 


Copyright,  1891, 
By  SILVER,   BURDETT  &  CO. 


PRESSWORK   BY   BERWICK   &   SMITH,    BOSTON. 


PREFACE. 


This  volume  is  a  collection  of  the  author's  hymns  and  short 
poems,  arranged  as  a  poetical  calendar  for  daily  reading  and 
reference,  and  for  holidays,  birthdays,  memorial  and  other 
occasions.  There  is  a  poem  for  every  day  in  the  year,  with 
consecutive  dates,  and  preceding  each  and  adapted  to  it  are 
two  passages  of  Scripture,  one  from  the  Old  Testament  and 
another  from  the  New,  making  more  than  seven  hundred 
choice  selections  from  the  Inspired  Book — furnishing  blessed 
supplies  for  devout  meditation  and  texts  for  rich  discourse. 
Some  of  these  songs  have  a  special  significance  and  relation 
to  the  dates  indicated — the  day,  the  month,  the  year — the  last 
shown  by  the  appended  figures  that  note  also  the  time  of  their 
composition.  The  range  is  more  than  half  a  century.  The 
earlier  ones,  culled  from  the  author's  three  volumes  of  verse 
published  at  intervals,  have  been  more  or  less  revised.  A 
portion  of  the  later  songs  were  printed  in  the  Christian 
Secretary,  while  he  was  conducting  it,  the  themes  being  those 
of  the  Sunday-school  lessons.  These  the  reader  will  readily 
recognise  by  the  order  in  which  they  appear.  Hymns  and 
odes  for  particular  occasions  have  been  inserted  at  the  dates 
when  they  were  used.  Others  commemorate  events  which 
occurred  at  the  dates  given.  It  will  be  observed  that  a 
considerable  number  of  the  songs  have  been  quite  recently 
written,  most  of  which  appear  now  in  print  for  the  first  time. 


iv  PREFACE. 

Hymns  of  the  author's  for  many  years  past  have  found 
places  in  various  church  hymnals,  Sabbath-school  manuals, 
and  collections  for  evangelistic  and  social  services.  Several 
of  these  have  obtained  a  wide  popularity,  and  it  is  gratifying 
to  know  that  they  have  been  to  many  persons  spiritually 
uplifting,  and  comforting.  Numerous  testimonials  in  this 
regard  are  among  the  writer's  sweetest  and  most  precious 
treasures.  In  a  note  on  the  hymn,  4  'Something  for  Thee, ' ' 
found  at  the  end  of  this  book,  a  few  incidents  are  given  and 
more  might  be  added  respecting  the  usefulness  of  this  hymn 
and  of  several  others  also.  Headers  will  observe  that  a  few 
poems  because  of  their  length  have  been  divided  into  two  or 
more  parts  and  inserted  under  fitting  titles.  A  few  of  still 
greater  length,  which  it  seemed  desirable  to  give  a  place  in 
the  volume,  are  included  in  an  Appendix.  None  can  be  more 
sensible  than  the  writer  of  the  many  imperfections  of  his 
work,  but  if  God's  blessing  shall  make  these  Daily  Songs, 
with  the  accompanying  Morsels  of  Manna,  helpful  and 
stimulating  and  cheering  to  any  fellow-pilgrims  along  life's 
journey,  he  will  rejoice  in  his  labor  of  love.  s.  d.  p. 

New  Haven,  Conn. 


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INDEX   OF   TITLES. 


T 

PAGE 

Abel,  the  First  Saved  . 

.       40 

Abraham,  The  Call  of 

.     46  194 

After  the  Resurrection 

.     110 

Angel   Visitants     Ministering   Spirits 

.  338  339 

Anthem  for  Independence 

.     184 

As  Jesus  Prayed  on  Tabor's  Height 

142 

As  the  Angels    .... 

.       85 

Auroral  Lights          . 

26 

Autographs          . 

.     167 

Bartimaeus     . 

89 

Battle  with  the  Giant    . 

.     233 

Beacon  Light,  The   . 

32 

Beautiful  Life,  A 

.     266 

Beautiful  May          . 

121 

Beginning  to  Walk 

.       75 

Believing  and  Obeying 

29 

Beloved  Pastor,  The 

.     340 

Benediction,  A 

63 

Be  Kind  at  Home 

.     163 

Bethlehem  Song,  The 

376 

Bethlehem  Star,  The    . 

.       22 

Bereavement              . 

52 

Best  Commendation,   The 

.       95 

Betrayal,  The            . 

97 

Blessed  Companionship 

.     239 

Blind  Restored,  The 

80 

Book  of   Revelation,  The 

.     305 

Born  Blind                . 

269 

Bow  on  the  Cloud,  The 

.     107 

Bread  of  Life,  The 

261 

Brightest  Gift,  The 

.     187 

Brotherly  Kindness 

329 

Brought  Together          .            v 

.     211 

VI 


INDEX    OF    TITLES. 


Bud  and  Bloom 

.     226 

Building  a  Temple  .... 

125 

Bunyan  in  Jail  ..... 

.     216 

Bunyan's   Tomb,  At 

217 

Called  from  the  Burning   Bush 

.     220 

Celestial  Army,  A    . 

19 

Celestial  Minstrelsies     .... 

.     235 

Centennial   Hymn    .... 

185 

Century  Church,  The    .... 

.     156 

Changeless  One,  The            . 

172 

Child  Lesson,  The 

.       74 

Children's  Day          . 

163 

Christ's  Ascension          . 

,     114 

Christ  Before  Pilate 

286 

Christ  Blessing  Little  Children 

.     161 

Christ  Child,  The     .... 

56 

Christ's  Laborers                                     .            • 

.     118 

Christ— Not  Tradition           .                          , 

73 

Christ  on  the  Cross        . 

.     103 

Christ  on  Earth        .... 

160 

Christ  on  the  "Waves      .... 

.       76 

Christ's  Preaching     .... 

77 

Christ's  Reign                 .... 

.     326 

Christ's  Resurrection            . 

108 

Christ's  Second  Coming 

.     320 

Christian's  Home,   The        . 

14 

Christian  Service           .... 

.     116 

Christian  Shepherd,  The     . 

139 

Church  of  God,  The     .... 

.       25 

Close  of  the  Year     . 

385 

Coming  Century,  The   .             .             . 

.     361 

Congo  Mission,  The 

138 

Confidence           ..... 

.     214 

Contrast,  The              .... 

176 

Corner  Stone,  The         .... 

.     351 

Creative  Days            .... 

33  34 

IXDEX    OF    TITL1 

Eft                       vii 

Cripple  at  Bethesda,  The 

.     260 

Cross  and  Crown 

311 

Cross  Before  Crown 

13 

Cross  of  Christ,  The 

136 

David                    . 

.     232 

Dawn  of   Manhood  . 

16 

Days  of  Heaven 

.      223 

Deluge,  The 

193 

Dead  Christ,  The 

.      104 

Demoniac,  The   Saved 

66 

Devotion  to  Christ 

41 

Did  Jesus   Die  for  Me 

111 

Did  Jesus  Weep  for  Me 

82 

Dies  Irae — Translated    (See  also  pages 

400-5)       .           380 

Divine  Goodness 

67 

Divine  Habitation,  The. 

11 

Divine  Motherly  Comfort 

17 

Divine  Remembrance 

171 

Divine  Truth 

.       79 

Dream's  Reality,  The 

204 

Dying  on  the  Cross 

.      244 

Earth's  Fairest  Morn 

250 

Effective  Testimony 

-     259 

Elijah             .... 

242 

Endurance           .... 

.      166 

Enoch  Walked  with   God    . 

192 

Ephphatha          .... 

.       78 

Epileptic  Boy,  The 

88 

Equipment          .... 

59 

Eternity  and  the   Soul 

319 

Evergreen  Cemetery 

.      212 

Exalted          .... 

208 

Faith  and  Trust 

.      384 

Fall  and  the  Promise,  The 

38 

Feeding  the  Multitude 

.       72 

Festival  of  Pomona  and  Flora     . 

283 

Field  and  Reapers 

.      241 

viii  IXDEX    OF    TITLES, 

Fir  Tree,  The  Lord  Like  a 

First  Pair,  The 

First  Preachers,  The    . 

Flourishing  Like  the  Palm 

Following   Christ 

Foreshadowings 

Friend  and  Flowers 

Friend  of  my  Heart 

Friendship's  Culmination 

Garden,  A  "Wondrous 

Gethsemane,   In 

Giving  the   Law 

God's  Gift  to   Abraham 

Golden  Wedding,    A 

Gospel  Truth 

God's  Promises  to   Abraham 

Gracious  Deliverance    . 

Gracious  Harvest,  The 

Great  Invitation,    The 

Growing  Like  a   Cedar 

Guardian  Angels 

Have  Faith  in  God 

Healing  the   Sick   at   Sunset 

Heaven 

Heavenward   Bound 

Heavenly  Friend,    The 

Herod's   Conscience 

Her  Home  of  Rest 

Her  Last  "Words 

Hidden  Life,  The  . 

His  Country  Called     . 

Home  Above 

Home  and  Lord's  Day  Worship 

Home  Missions 

Hope  and  Memory 

Hosanna      .... 

House  and  Gate 


IXDEX    OF    TITLES. 


Hospice,    The      .... 

.     334 

House   of   Prayer,  The 

3-49 

How   Long,   0    Lord 

.       28 

Hymn  of   the   Nativity 

377 

Hymn   of  Trust 

.     122 

Invitation     ..... 

179 

Invocation            .... 

.       37 

Is   It   I 

96 

Isaac,   The   Offering   of 

.     292 

Israel   in   Egypt      .... 

213 

Italian   Sunset,   An 

.     360 

It  Doth  Not  Yet   Appear 

348 

Jacob   at   Bethel 

.     203 

Jacob    Star,  The      .... 

20 

Jairus's   Daughter 

.       68 

Jesus   and   His   Chosen 

62 

Jesus   at  the   Sea   of   Galilee   . 

.       57 

Jesus  Betrayed          .             .             .             . 

285 

Jesus  Crucified 

.     291 

Jesus  Lives                . 

109 

Jesus  Loves   Me 

.       21 

Jesus   to   His   Disciples 

278 

Jews,  Conversion  of  the 

.     335 

John  the   Baptist                                             . 

251 

John's   Vision   of   Jesus 

.     297 

Joseph  Sold   into   Egypt 

207 

Judgment,   The 

.     247 

Kept  for  Jesus         . 

366 

Kingdom  Near,  The 

.       84 

Kingdom   AVithin,  The 

64 

King's  Daughters,  The 

.       18 

Kinship  with   Christ 

65 

Knowledge,  The  Bealm   of 

.     165 

Lazarus  Dead          . 

271 

Lazarus   Raised  to   Life 

.     272 

Leaving  the   Holy   Land    . 

99 

Leper  Cleansed,  The 

.     120 

INDEX   OF    TITLES. 


Light  of  the  World,  The 

Little  Things 

Lord's  Day,  The 

Lord's   House  Rebuilt,  The 

Lord's  Name,  The 

Lord  our  Home,  The 

Lord's   Supper,  The 

Lot's  Choice 

Losing  Life  to  Find  It 

Lost  and  Kept 

Love  for  the  Church    . 

Love's   Commendation 

Loved  to  the  End 

Loving  Obedience    , 

Made  Known 

Made  Truly  Free     . 

Manna,  The 

Macedonian  Cry,  The 

Marriage  at  Cana,  The 

Marriage  Feast,  The 

Martyr  President,  The 

Mary  Anointing  Her  Lord 

Mary's  Song 

Meek   and   Lowly 

Mediator's  Work,  The  . 

Melchizedek 

Memorial   Hymn 

Meeting  and   the  Feast,  The 

Ministerial  Review 

Missionaries,  Sailing  of 

Missions  in  our   Country 

Missionary  Hymn,  A 

Missionary  Jubilee,  A   „ 

Moses,  The  Child     . 

Morning  Star,  The 

Mount  Tabor 

Mother  in  Heaven 


INDEX    OF    TITLES. 


My  Father      Fatherless 

307  308 

My  Mother              . 

309 

My  Morning   Bath 

.       332 

Names  of  Friends,  The     . 

383 

National  Peace 

.      106 

Nature   Songful 

330 

New  England,  Song   for 

.      186 

New  Song,  The 

302 

New  Year,  The 

1 

Night  Song,  A      Thought   and   Song 

.    173  174 

Night  Interview,  The    . 

.      254 

Nobleman's   Son,  The 

257 

Noble  Virtues     .... 

.      303 

None  but  Christ 

181 

Ocean  Perils       .... 

.      364 

Olive  Trees  of  Palestine    . 

316  317  318 

Only  Believe      .... 

7 

Only  Child,  The     . 

51 

On  the  Border 

2 

Organ,  The  New 

375 

On  the   Sea — At  the  Land 

.      262 

Our  Dead  Heroes    . 

150 

Our   Heritage     .... 

.      149 

Our  Lord's  Prayer 

282 

Our  Triumvirate 

.       53 

Outlook,  The     Vision,  etc  . 

371  372  373  374 

Palestine,  Morning   in    . 

.     144 

Paradise          .... 

35 

Pastorate,  A  Long      Why   Long 

355  357 

Passover,  The 

222 

Past  and  Future 

.     300 

Past's  Bounty,  The 

124 

Pastor  and  People 

.     195 

Pastor's  Reception,  A 

12 

Pastor's   Seventieth   Birthday,  A 

.     131 

Peniel             .... 

205 

INDEX    OF    TITLES. 


Peace  of   God,   The 

.     365 

Peter's  Denial         .... 

100 

Philippi  ..... 

.     148 

Pilate's  Decision 

287 

Pilate's  Wife,  Plea  of  . 

.     102 

Pilgrim   Sons            .... 

155 

Pillar  and  the  Passage,  The   . 

.     225 

Pioneer  Pastors       .... 

157 

Pleading  for   Sodom 

.     199 

Prayer  and  Forgiveness    . 

170 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit    . 

.     363 

Poet's  Golden   Wedding,  A 

268 

Queen  and  King,  The 

.     238 

Rainbow,  The          .... 

42 

Realization          .... 

.     321 

Red  Sea,  At  the     .... 

224 

Requiem              .... 

.     248 

Restored  and  Forgiven 

60 

Resurrection,  The 

.     145 

Revival  Hymn 

6 

Rich  Young  Man,  The 

.     180 

Risen   Saviour,  The 

292 

River  Jordan,  The 

.     230 

Rock  Foundation,  The 

237 

Roger  Williams  Rock      The   Exile 

322  323 

Ruth's  Choice  and  Honor  . 

.       54  55 

Sabbath,  The     . 

.       36 

Salvation's  Prince    . 

147 

Saints  in  Heaven,  The 

.     304 

Sanctity  of   Home    . 

90 

Sanctuary,  The  .... 

.     343 

Sanctuary  Memorial,  A 

362 

Sea  of  Galilee,  The      . 

.     289 

Sea  no  More,  The 

359 

Seaside  Hymn,  A            ,             .             . 

.     190 

Secret  Place,  The    .             .             .             . 

353 

Seeing  Jesus       .... 

.     152 

IXDEX    OF    TITLES. 


Seeing  the  King  in  His  Beauty 

.     168 

Seen  and  Followed 

253 

Shepherd   and  Flock 

.     270 

Shepherd,  My— Psalm   xxiii 

175 

She  Sleeps  in   Beauty  . 

.     130 

Shining  Throng,  The 

119 

Side  by  Side      .... 

.     333 

Silver  Wedding,  The 

189 

Simeon    ..... 

.     306 

Sinai  and  Calvary  . 

229 

Smitten — Scattered 

.     101 

Social  Prayer 

59 

Sodom   Destroyed 

.     201 

Solomon's  Choice      .             .             , 

236 

Something   for  Thee 

.     135 

Song  for  the   Soul  . 

140 

Song  of  Moses,  The     . 

.     227 

Song  of  Praise 

3 

Song  of  Redemption     .             , 

.       27 

Song   of  the   Saviour 

314 

Sorrow   and  Faith 

.       44 

Soul's  Feast,  The     . 

115 

Sower   and  Harvest 

71 

Spirit's   Mission,  The 

281 

Steps   of  Progress 

.     350 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  The 

129 

Sunday-school  Anniversary 

.     154 

Teacher,  To  a 

199 

Tearless  Land,  The 

.     158 

Thanksgiving 

347 

There's  Work  for   Thee 

.     312 

Thomas  Convinced 

112 

Transplanted       .... 

.     310 

Trinity,  The 

382 

Triumph,  Moral 

.     215 

Two  Hundred  Years 

,             .           299 

Uplifted   Christ,  The      . 

.     275 

INDEX    OF    TITLES. 


Upper  Room,  The 

Vesper  Lay,  A  . 

Veteran,  The 

Vice,  The  Monster 

Vigilance,  Call  to  . 

Vine  and  Branches 

Vision  of  the  Land  of  Light 

Voice  of  Jesus,  The 

Voice,  The  Saviour's 

Voices  from   Heaven     . 

Walking  in  the  Light 

Wanderer,  The  . 

Welcome  to  the  Church     . 

We  shall  be  like  Him 

What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus 

Withered  Hand,  The    . 

World  Light      Soul  Light 

With  Jesus  at  the  Sea 

W7ord  Incarnate,  The 

Words  of  Jesus 

Young  Men's  Institute,  A 

Youthful  Piety 

APPEXDIX. 
To  My  Wife      . 

Memorial  of   an   Only  Daughter  . 
Minnehaha 

The  New  Song  of  Freedom 
Is  Life  Worth  Living 
Dies  Irae,  Original  and  two  Translations 
Note  on  Something  for  Thee 


327 


293 
123 
354 
240 
5 
279 
141 
256 
153 
277 
296 

91 
280 
324 
245 

61 
328 
191 
252 
263 
126 
162 

387 
389 
391 
395 
397 
400 
405 


Songs  for  all  Seasons. 


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[Jan.  1.]    Set  thee  up  wayniarks.     Jer.  xxxi.  21. 
For  now  is  salvation  nearer  to  us  than  when  we  first  believed.  Rom. 

xiii.  11. 

THE    NEW    YEAR. 

Awake  and  watch,  O  heart  of  mine ! 
While  passing  o'er  this  mystic  line : 
Another  wave,  like  those  before, 
Breaks  on  a  new  and  unknown  shore. 

Upon  its  dark  and  troubled  breast 
Treasures  of  all  the  centuries  rest ; 
The  refluent  tide  a  moment  rolls, 
Laden  with  memories,  deeds,  and  souls ! 

How  changeless  all !    I  turn  from  these 
To  kindlier  zones  and  calmer  seas  ; 
The  land  I  touch,  of  variant  form, 
Is  faintly  viewed  through  mist  and  storm. 

Nearer,  'tis  vast  and  wide  outspread, 
It  lures  with  hope,  and  chills  with  dread ; 
But  oft  to  faith  and  courage  bold 
Vistas  of  beauty  will  unfold. 

Brighter  than  all  in  years  gone  by, 
Life's  grand  ideals  waiting  nigh, 
Sweet  friends  and  fields  and  skies  benign 
Greet  him  who  walks  in  Light  divine. 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

To  live  is  Christ — O  waves,  roll  on! 
Ye  bring  me  where  my  Lord  has  gone, 
Where  dawns  the  Year  forever  new — 
The  Crown  of  Life  and  Heaven  in  view ! 


[Jan.  2.]    Thou  crownest  the  year  with  thy  goodness.    Ps.  lxv.  11. 
Every  good  gift  and  every  perfect  boon  is  from  above.    Jas.  i.  17. 

OX    THE    BORDER. 

Kindly  led  and  safely  kept, 
Lord,  my  grateful  song  accept : 
Thought  and  heart  to  thee  I  raise, 
Winged  with  sweet  and  joyful  praise. 

Constant  as  the  Cloud  and  Flame, 
Day  by  day  thy  blessing  came — 
Morning  mercies,  fresh  and  sure, 
Evening  comforts,  precious,  pure. 

Folded  in  thy  tender  care, 
Fullness  of  thy  love  to  share, 
Thou  hast  watched  my  pathway  round, 
Made  thy  grace  and  gifts  abound. 

While  such  goodness  I  review, 
Think  of  what  has  been  thy  due, 
What  my  poor  returns  for  all, 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  I  fall. 

Lord,  if  added  years  be  mine, 

Grant  my  life  accord  with  thine, 

Faithful  in  thy  work  and  way, 

Thou  its  daily  strength  and  stay.  i888 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  3 

[Jan.  3.]    Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul,  and  forget  not  all  his  benefits. 

Ps.  ciii.  2. 

Singing  and  making  melody  with  your  heart  to  the  Lord :  giving 
thanks  always  for  all  things  in  the  name  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  to 
God.    Eph.  v.  19,  20. 

A    SONG    OF    PRAISE. 

Thy  name,  O  Lord,  my  soul  shall  bless 

For  mercies  great  and  numberless ; 

The   benefits   thy  bounty  gives, 

My  heart  shall  prize  while  memory  lives : 

Let  all  within  me  join  to  raise 

A  grateful  song  of  holy  praise. 

When  sin  and  guilt  my  spirit  bound, 
Forgiveness  full  in  thee  was  found, 
When  prostrate  with  disease  and  pain, 
Thy  healing  power  gave  strength  again : 
Thou  hast  redeemed  my  life  from  ill, 
And  lovingkindness  crowns  me  still. 

Thy  gracious  hand  has  good  supplied 
Till  want  and  taste  are  satisfied : 
In  sorrow's  hour  and  joy's  decline, 
How  like  a  father's  pity  thine  : 
How  tender  toward  our  frame  of  dust, 
What  loving  care  for  those  who  trust. 

With  everlasting  mercy,  Lord, 

Thou  wilt  thy  faithful  ones  reward. 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  ye  angels  strong, 

Ye  hosts  of  heaven,  the  notes  prolong ; 

All  works  divine,  the  anthem  roll ; 

Bless,  bless  the  Lord,  O  thou,  my  soul!      i$%± 


4  SOJVGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  4.]    I  shall  not  die,  but  live,  and  declare  the  works  of  the  Lord. 

Ps.  cxviii.   17. 

The  things  which  are  seen  are  temporal ;  but  the  things  which  are 
not  seen  are  eternal.    2  Cok.  iv.  18. 

FORESHADOWINGS. 

The  restless  mind,  in  all  its  searchless  powers, 
The  earnest  longing  of  its  thoughtful  hours, 
Harps  in  the  soul,  sweet  melodies  around, 
Tell  of  a  spirit  realm  where  we  are  bound. 

We  seem  at  times  to  hear  its  music  chime, 
And  oft  the  beating  of  its  waves  sublime, 
As  in  the  shadowy  vale  our  friends  depart, 
As  God's  great  truths  come  surging  to  the  heart. 

These  voices  heed,  and  let  their  cadence  roll 
Unceasing  through  the  chambers  of  the  soul : 
Heed  them,  O  youth !  and  let  thy  hope  arise ; 
Heed  them,  O  man !  so  near  the  mystic  skies ! 

Cling  to  the  Cross,  with  love  divinely  bright, 
To  Christ,  who  brings  immortal  lif e  to  light ; 
And  let  each  new-born  day,  as  it  recedes, 
Be  rounded  well  with  true  and  generous  deeds. 

Then,  as  the  conflicts  of  this  world  are  o'er, 
And  thou  dost  linger  on  its  farther  shore, 
Thy  view  serene,  like  that  of  martyred  Stephen, 
Shall  be  entrancing  as  the  Gate  of  Heaven. 

As  there  thou  lay'st  thine  armor  down,  thy  rest 
Shall  be,  like  Jacob's  sleep  at  Bethel,  blest, 
From  whose  lone  pillow  there  did  glorious  rise 
The  angel  stairway  up  to  Paradise !  i856 


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SOXGS  FOB  ALL  8EA80NS.  5 

[Jan.  5.]     Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength,  0  Zion.    Tsa.  lil.  1. 

Now  it  is  high  time  for  you  to  awake  out  of  sleep.  .  .    The  night  is 
far  spent,  the  day  is  at  hand.    Rom.  xiii.  11,  12. 

A    CALL    TO    VIGILANCE. 

Swift  the  stream  of  time  descending, 

Priceless  souls  of  glorious  birth. ! 
Here 's  the  conflict  and  its  ending — 

Heaven  is  won  or  lost  on  earth ! 
Slumber  not !    life's  days  are  waning. 

Soon  wdll  come  its  latest  night ; 
Up  !    improve  the  time  remaining, 

Ere  your  s:uls  shall  take  then  flight. 

Wrapt  in  si  imber  ?     Hens  of  glory, 

Saved  from  sin  and  endless  woe, 
Bought  with  blood ! — recall  the  story  ; 

See  from  whence  that  blood  did  flow ! 
On  the  brow  of  Calvary  gazing, 

On  the  pit  from  which  you  came, 
Wake  !   redeeming  love  be  praising ; 

Let  your  spirits  catch  the  flame ! 

Shadowy  night  is  fast  departing; 

Dawn  of  day  is  near  at  hand ; 
Christian,  up  !    from  slumber  starting, 

Looms  in  view  the  brighter  land ! 
Dashes  round  thy  bark  the  billow, 

Dangers  threaten — seize  the  helm ! 
Sleeper,  wake  !    and  leave  thy  pillow  ; 

Look !  the  day !  the  glorious  realm  !       1345 


6  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  6.]    "Wilt  thou  not  quicken  us  again  ?    Ps.  lxxxv.  6. 

Repent  ye  therefore,  and  turn  again,  that  your  sins  maybe  blotted 
out,  that  so  there  may  come  seasons  of  refreshing  from  the  presence 
of  the  Lord.    Acts  iii.  19. 

REVIVAL    HYMN. 

Searching  Spirit !  make  this  hour 
"Witness  thy  reviving  power ; 
Touch  our  hearts  with  sacred  fire, 
Faith  and  prayer  and  zeal  inspire. 

Some  have  left  their  early  love, 
Some  have  grieved  thee,  Holy  Dove, 
Proved  unfaithful,  worldly,  cold, 
Straying  from  the  Shepherd's  fold. 

Call  them  back,  for  thou  canst  reach 
Farthest  ones  with  thy  sweet  speech ; 
Broken-hearted  they  shall  come, 
Find  a  joyful  welcome  home. 

Others  near  us  long  have  been 
In  the  deadly  sleep  of  sin, 
Till  their  hearts  refuse  to  move 
At  the  plea  of  Jesus'  love. 

Show  their  guilt-imperiled  state, 
Hopes  delusive  dissipate, 
Flash  the  truth  upon  their  sight, 
Bid  them  wake  to  life  and  light. 

Oh,  we  long  thy  work  to  see, 

Precious  souls  renewed  by  thee: 

Let  salvation  now  appear 

Out  of  Zion,   glorious  here.  i8?5 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS,  7 

[Jan.  7.]    He  believed  in  the  Lord ;  and  he  counted  it  to  him  for  right- 
eousness.   Gen.  xv.  6. 
Fear  not,  only  believe.    Mark  v.  36. 

ONLY    BELIEVE. 

Come,  trembling  soul,  be  not  afraid, 
On  Jesus  all  thy  sins  were  laid, 
And  lie  thy  hopeless  debt  has  paid. 
Only  believe. 

The  Sufferer  in  the  garden  see. 
The  Lamb  of  God  on  Calvary, 
And  all  that  pain  and  death  for  thee. 
Only  believe. 

The  crimson  stream,  thy  Saviour's  blood, 
Has  power  to  bring  thee  nigh  to  God, 
Cleansed  in  its  precious,  healing  flood. 
Only  believe. 

In  wondrous  love  he  calls  to-day, 
Cast  now  thy  guilty  doubts  away, 
Free  pardon  take  without  delay. 
Only  believe. 

He  bids  the  inward  conflict  cease, 
He  gives  thy  burdened  conscience  peace, 
From  all  thy  fears  a  sweet   release. 
Only  believe. 

For  thee,  O  Christ !  all  things  I  leave ; 
To  thee,  my  Saviour,  now  I  cleave, 
And  I,  as  thou  dost  me  receive. 

Only  believe.  1874 


8  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  8.]    He  hath  put  a  new  song  in  my  mouth,  even  praise  unto 

our  God.    Ps.  xl.3. 

That  ye  may  shew  forth  the  excellencies  of  him  who  called  you  out 
of  darkness  into  his  marvelous  light.    1  Pet.  ii.  9. 

GRACIOUS   DELIVERANCE. 

My  gracious  Lord  divine, 

Thy  works  of  might  we  trace, 
But  most  thy  glories  shine 
In  soul-redeeming  grace. 
My  grateful. heart  shall  never  cease 
To  celebrate  thy  love  and  peace. 

Thy  mercy  sought  the  pit, 
The  deep  and  miry  clay, 
Its.  horrid  darkness  lit, 
And  brought  me  into  day. 
How  glad  was  I  the  light  to  see, 
And  bless  the  Hand  that  rescued  me ! 

Upon  the  Rock  so  strong 
My  feet  were  firmly  set, 
My  mouth  received  a  song 
My  heart  shall  ne'er  forget — 
A  song  so  new  and  wondrous  sweet 
That  I  shall  evermore  repeat. 

The  world  around  shall  learn 

"What  grace  has  done  for  me, 
Saints  shall  thy  power  discern, 
And  sinners  trust  in  thee. 
OLord,  my  Life!  how  blest  the  state 
Of  those  who  trust  and  serve  and  wait !  i884 


SOXGS   FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  9 

[Jan.  9.]  Arise  and  thresh,  O  daughter  of  Zion...and  thou  shalt  beat  in 
pieecs  many  peoples  :  and. .devote  their  gain  unto  the  Lord.  MlC.iT.13. 
Let  us  go  elsewhere  into  the  next  towns,  that  Imay  preach  there 
also.    Mark  i.  38. 

MISSIONS    IN    OUR    COUNTRY. 

Sons  of  day!    arise  from  slumbers, 
For  the  sluggish  night  is  gone; 

Swell  the  Saviour's  marshaled  numbers, 
Marching  where  he  leadeth  on. 

Soldiers  of   the  cross,    appointed, 

Girded  for  the  glorious  war, 
In  the  name  of    God's  Anointed, 

Spread  your  victories  afar. 

Bid  the  trumpet  of  redemption 

Greet  our  country's  farthest  shore; 

Boldly  claim  our  Lord's  preemption, 
For  the  agonies  he  bore. 

On  the  prairie  and  the  mountain, 

In  the  valley  rich  and  fair, 
By  the  river  and  the  fountain, 

Plant  the  sacred  standard  there. 

Where  the  infant  city  's  founded, 
"Where  the  hamlet  dots  the  plain, 

Let  the  Gospel-call  be  sounded, 
Let  the  Church  a  foothold  gain. 

So  shall  eiTor  be  supplanted, 

So  shall  Truth  her  vanguard  keep, 

So  shall  temple-homes  be  granted 

To  the  Shepherd's  wandering  sheep.      \^y 


10  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  10.  ]    How  beautiful  upon  the  mountains  are  the  feet  of  him  that 
bringeth  good  tidings, . .  that  publisheth  salvation.    ISA.  lii.  7. 
And  lo,  I  am  with  you  alway,  even  unto  the  end  of  the  world.    Mat. 

xxviii.  20. 

A   MISSIONARY   HYMN. 

Heralds  of  the  Cross !    Selected 
For  the  highest  service  known, 

Spirit-called  and  Heaven-protected, 
Jesus  shall  your  labors  own, — 

With  you  always, 
Every  deed  of  love  to  crown. 

On  Jehovah's  might  depending, 
Ever  hopeful,   strong  in  prayer, 

Armed  by  faith,  in  love  contending, 
Gracious  victories  you  share: 

Desert  regions 
Bud  and  bloom  as  gardens  fair. 

Ripened  under  showers  of  blessing, 
Sheaves  rejoicing  reapers  bring — 

Souls  redeemed,   their  Lord  confessing, 
Harvest  home  the  toilers  sing, 

While  the  angels 
Chant  the  joy  before  their  King. 

Sweet  your  rest  and  labor  leaving, 
When  is  closed  this  work  of  love, 

Gratefully  from  Christ  receiving 
Glorious  crowns  of  life  above  ! 

Oh,  what  kingdoms 
Wait  for  those  who  faithful  prove!      1876 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  11 

[Jan.  11.]    Strength  and  beauty  are  in  his  sanctuary.    Ps.  xcvi.  6, 

A  holy  temple  in  the  Lord;  in  whom  ye  also  are  builded  together 
for  a  habitation  of  God  in  the  Spirit.    EPH.  ii.  22. 

THE  DIVINE  HABITATION. 

How  glorious  is  thy  dwelling, 

O  Lord  of  hosts  on  high, 
"Where  angel  anthems,   swelling, 

Fill  all  the  boundless  sky. 
In  more  than  Eden  splendor, 

The  heavenly  mansions  shine, 
WTiere  praise  the  ransomed  render, 

In  worship  all  divine. 

On  earth,  among  the  lowly, 

Thou  hast  a  gracious  reign — 
The  kingdom  of  the  holy, 

The  Church,  the  born-again  ; 
And  temples,  reared  by  mortals, 

The  homes  of  truth  and  love, 
Are  hallowed  as  the  portals 

Of  Paradise  above. 

Make  this  thy  habitation, 

And  here  thy  name  record  ; 
With  blessing  and  salvation 

Our  prayers  and  toils  reward  ; 
Let  dews  of  grace  descending, 

On  every  heart  distill, 
And  humble  throngs  come  bending 

To  know  and  do  thy  will. 


12  SONGS   FOR    ALL    SEASONS. 

The  Spirit's  living  beauty 

To  all  thy  servants  give, 
And  strength  for  every  duty, 

That  each  to  thee  may  live; 
Till,  in  his  chariot  gleaming, 

The  Saviour  comes  to  bear 
The  souls  of  his  redeeming 

To  heavenly  mansions  fair.  1350 
«♦► 

[Jan.  12.]     I  will  set  up  shepherds  over  them  who  shall  feed  them. 

Jer.  xxiii.  4. 

Remember  them  that  had  the  rule  over  you,  who  spake  unto  you 
the  word  of  God.    Heb.  xiii.  7. 

A  PASTORS  RECEPTION. 

Pastor  !    joyfully  we  meet  thee — 

Flock  around  their  shepherd  dear — 

And  with  choicest  wishes  greet  thee, 
At  the  opening  of  the  year. 

Words  of  sacred  truth,  with  gladness, 
Oft  we  Ve  heard  dispensed  by  thee ; 

They  have  banished  clouds  of  sadness, 
Hanging  o'er  life's  troubled  sea.. 

Though  the  season's  gifts  we  proffer 
Be  not  large  in  earthly  shares, 

To  the  Lord,  for  thee,  we  '11  offer 

Faithful  hearts  and  fervent  prayers. 

Long  may  Heaven,  thy  life  protecting, 

Make  thy  labors  richly  blest, 
Faith  confirming — souls   directing 

To  the  Lord  our  hope  and  rest.  1543 


SOJVGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  13 

[Jan.  13.]    All  that  thou  hast  commanded  us  we  will  do.    Josh.  i.  16. 
Be  thou  faithful  unto  death,  and  I  will  give  thee  the  crown  of  life. — 
Rev.  ii.  10. 

CROSS    BEFORE    CROWN. 

Come,  friends,  and  let  our  hearts  awake, 

To  Jesus'  call  attending ; 
The  cross  we  TL  take  for  his  dear  sake, 

Our  toils  and  praises  blending. 

Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor  bright, 

And  standing  up  for  Jesus, 
Watch,  pray  and  fight  as  sons  of  light, 

Till  from  the  war  he  frees  us. 

'  Tis  sweet  to  trust   his  glorious  word, 
His  name  and  grace  confessing  ; 

Who  serve  the  Lord  have  great  reward, 
And  share  his  richest  blessing. 

Let  Jesus'  love  fill  every  mind, 
Our  faith  and  hope  inspiring ; 

What  worldlings  find,  we  leave  behind, 
Immortal  crowns  desiring. 

The  painful  cross  for  us  he  bore, 
And  bowed  in  death's  cold  river — 

Oh !  for  the  power  to  love  him  more 
Who  did  our  souls  deliver. 

When  he  shall  come  and  bring  us  home, 

Where  rest  and  joy  end  never, 
The  cross  laid  down,  we  '11  wear  the  crown, 

And  shout  his  praise  forever.  1858 


14  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  14.]     I  will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord  for  ever.    Ps.  xxiii.  6. 
If  the  earthly  house  of  our  tabernacle  be  dissolved,  we  have  a  build- 
ing of  God,  a  house  not  made  with  hands,  eternal,  in  the  heavens.— 
2  Cor.  v.  1. 

THE  CHRISTIANS  HOME. 

Beyond  the  utmost  verge  of  time, 
There  is  a  broad  resplendent  clime, 
Where  glories  rapturous  and  sublime 

In  untold  grandeur  rise  ; 
And  mid  those  fair  celestial  lands, 
In  undecaying  beauty  stands 
A  building  never  made  with  hands, 

Eternal  in  the  skies. 

The  glorious  Sun  of  righteousness 
Sheds  there  his  radiant  beams  to  bless, 
While  all  the  heavenly  hosts  confess 

The  honors  of  their  King  ; 
The  ransomed  throng  his  grace  admire, 
They  join  the  vast  angelic  choir, 
With  sweetest  voice  and  tuneful  lyre, 

His  lofty  praise  to  sing. 

Bright  land  of  bliss !  where  all  is  peace, 
Where  cares  and  fears  and  sorrows  cease, 
Pleasure  divine  and  love  increase, 

To  thrill  the  raptured  soul. 
Thrice  happy  home !  for  ever  blest ! 
How  sweet  the  weary  pilgrim's  rest, 
What  holy  calm  fills  every  breast, 

As  endless  ages  roll ! 


SOXGS    FOR   ALL   BEA80NB.  15 

Look  thence !  and  like  the  tireless  sun 

The  Christian  race  with  patience  run, 

Xor  deem  thy  work  on  earth  is  done 

Till  life's  last  breath  be  given: 

Then  thou  shalt  soar  to  that  blest  home, 

Far  from  the  reach  of  sin  and  gloom, 

Beyond  the  portals  of  the  tomb — 

Eternal,  and  in  Heaven.  1339 

<++ 

CLOSE   OF   SOCIAL   SERVICE. 

[JAH.  15.]    Then  they  that  feared  the  Lord  spake  one  with  another.— 
Mal.  iii.  16. 
Rabbi,  it  is  good  for  ns  to  be  here.    Mark  ix.  5. 

We  meet,  we  part — how  blest  the  scene, 
Where  Christians  sing  and  pray: 

Soft  on  our  souls  falls  light  serene 
From  the  eternal  day. 

The  heavenly  frame,  the  humble  plea, 

The  earnest  witness-word, 
The  thrill  of  praise — such  bliss  have  we 

In  waiting  on  the  Lord. 

"When  earthly  toils  and  cares  are  past, 

And  here  no  more  we  come, 
How  sweet  the  Saviour's  voice  at  last, 

That  bids  us  welcome  home. 

But  now,  in  union,  faith  and  love, 

We  '11  live,  a  pilgrim  band ; 
Then  strike  our  tents,  and  soar  above, 

To  our  Immanuers  land.  1857 


16  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  16.]      Be  thou  strong  therefore,  and  show  thyself  a  man.— 
1  Kings  ii.  2. 
And  he  said,  Young  man,  I  say  unto  thee,  Arise.    Luke  vii.  14. 

DAWN    OF    MANHOOD. 

Well  garnered  in  the  past, 

Are  happy  childhood  scenes, 
That  sure  will  always  last, 
Whatever  intervenes : 
Heart-treasures  they,  linked  to  the  skies, 
By  heavenly  ties,  that  ne'er  decay. 

Lo,   a  new  day!   the  time 

When  boyhood's  bird-like  songs, 
With  manly  music  chime, 
And  life  itself  belongs, 
From  this  birth-hour,  to  eras  new 
That  rise  to  view — the  dawn  of  power! 

The  fount  becomes  a  stream, 

The  fruits  succeed  the  flowers. 
Life's  fancy-gilded  dream 
Turns  into  sober  hours. 
The  world  of  fact,  full  of  its  needs 
For  earnest  deeds,  calls  now  to  act. 

So  shall  the  future,  blest, 

Be  filled  with  welcomes  bright ; 
When  comes  the  day  of  rest, 
Its  evening  time  be  light ! 
Glad  the  survey,  as  o'er  long  years, 
This  date  appears — Life's  true  birthday.    1355 


SONGS   FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  17 

[Jan.  17.]    As  one  whom  his  mother  comforteth,  so  will  I  comfort 

you.     ISA.  lxvi.  13. 

The  Father  of  mercies  and  God  of  all  comfort;  who  comforteth  us. 
2  Cor.  i.  3. 

DIVINE  MOTHERLY  COMFORT. 

Lord,  how  thy  royal  tenderness 
Stoops  to  our  human  needs ! 

Borne  on  thy  love,  its  dear  caress 
Our  fondest  thought  exceeds. 

Words  wonderful  it  uttereth — 
Thy  voice  in  kindness  true : 
"As  one  his  mother  comforteth, 
So  will  I  comfort  you. " 

Oh,  promise  doubly  sweet  and  clear, 

Hi's  quick  and  blest  relief, 
As  it  recalls  the  mother  dear, 

Who  soothed  our  childish  grief. 

Close  to  her  heart,  in  fear's  alarms, 

She  drew  us  sobbing  sore, 
And,  held  in  love's  enfolding  arms, 

Our  sorrows  soon  were  o'er. 

So,  Lord,  thy  child,  to  thee  I  come, 
When  cares  or  woes  abound, 

And  seem  as  in  my  early  home, 
With  mother's  comfort  crowned. 

Peace  fills  my  spirit,  calm,  composed, 

And  pillowed  on  thy  breast, 
With  "everlasting  arms"  enclosed, 

I  find  a  heavenly  rest.  isss 


18  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  18.]    They  shall  enter  into  the  king's  palace.    Ps.  xlv.  15. 

This  woman  was  full  of  good  works  and  almsdeeds  which  she  did.— 
Acts  ix.35. 

THE  KINGS  DAUGHTERS. 

There  are  beautiful  labors  unseen  by  the  proud, 
But  welcomed  by  gratefulest  hearts, 

As  the  silvery  light,  from  their  gloomiest  cloud, 
At  whose  shining,  the  tempest  departs. 

Your  love-gifts  in  kindness  the  world  may  not  know. 

Ye  friends  of  the  poor  and  the  sad ; 
Yet  from  many  a  heart  they  shall  banish  its  woe, 

And  bid  it  look  up  and  be  glad. 

If  not  in  full  splendor  on  fame's  blazing  scroll, 

Your  charity-deeds  may  be  found, 
They  sure  are  recorded — engraved  on  the  soul — 

To  last  through  eternity's  round. 

Then  onward!  rejoicing  earth's  lorn  ones  to  bless, 

The  orphan  to  teach  and  to  aid, 
To  comfort  the  widow  in  want  and  distress — 

And  ye  shall  be  richly  repaid. 

"When  bright  in  the  gathering  clouds  of  the  heaven. 

Your  Master  descending  ye  see, 
Whate'er  to  his  needy  ye  kindly  have  given, 

He  '11  say,  " Ye  have  done  it  to  me." 

'  'And  ye  shall  be  mine,  my  own  jewels  so  pure, 

For  mansions  celestial  arrayed ; 
Come  up  to  my  kingdom  all  glorious  and  sure — 

To  honors  that  never  shall  fade. "  isii 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  19 

Jan.  19.]    The  Lord  opened  the  eyes  of  the  young  man;  and  he  saw. 

2  Kings  vi.  17. 

Then  shall  he  send  forth  the  angels,  and  shall  gather  together  his 
elect.   Mark.  xiii.  27. 

A  CELESTIAL  ARMY. 

Soft  on  the  prophet's  servant  fell 
A  ray  divine,  a  sacred  spell, 
That  touched  with  holy  fire  his  soul, 
And  held  him  in  a  blest  control. 

The  earthly  veil  before  his  face 
Was  drawn  aside,  and  in  its  place 
There  came  a  medium,  crystal  clear, 
In  which  celestial  things  appear. 

What  splendors  rush  upon  his  sight ! 
What  heavenly  forms  and  visions  bright ! 
A  glory,  crowning  Dothan's  hills, 
Bis  raptured  spirit  strangely  thrills! 

On  every  hand  afar  he  sees, 
Amid  the  rocks  and  through  the  trees, 
A  white-robed  host  in  armor  bright — 
Chariots  of  fire  and  steeds  of  light ! 

Ten  thousand  thousand  there  they  stood, 
The  angel  helpers  of  the  good : 
Before  that  throng  the  Syrian  band 
Seemed  like  a  single  grain  of  sand. 

A  great  deliverance,  timely  given — 
The  mountain  camp  of  hosts  of  heaven, 
Disclosed  to  mortal  vision  fair, 
The  answering  aid  of  holy  prayer.  1354 


20  SONGS   FOR    ALL    SEASONS, 

[Jan.  20.]    There  shall  come  iorth  a  star  out  of  Jacob.   Num.  xxiv.  17. 
A  light  for  revelation  to  the  Gentiles,  and  the  glory  of  thy  people 
Israel.    Luke  ii.  32. 

THE  JACOB   STAR. 

Seers,  looking  from  afar, 
Hailed  thee,  O  Jacob  Star! 

Of  princely  name: 
Thy  praise  tuned  many  a  tongue 
The  Gentile  race  among — 
Thy  love  the  martyrs  sung 

Amidst  the  flame. 

Now  to  unnumbered  ones 
Of  God's  enfranchised  sons 

Thou  art  the  Guide, 
Imparting  light  and  peace, 
Bidding  their  joys  increase, 
And  fearful  tempests  cease, 

On  life's  dark  tide. 

And  countless  more  shall  find 
That  thou  canst  calm  the  mind, 

And  set  it  free, 
When  filled  with  boding  fears, 
When  fall  the  bitter  tears, 
When  aid  nowhere  appears, 

Except  from  thee. 

Ambition's  star  may  set, 
Friends  even  may  forget, 

Earth's  hopes  decay — 
The  star  of  wealth  shall  wane, 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  21 

Pleasure  soon  yield  to  pain, 
But  thou  shalt  still  remain, 

Beaming  for  aye.  1842 


[Jan.  21.]    I  have  loved  thee  with  an  everlasting  love.    Jer.  xxxi.  3. 
The  Son  of  God  who  loved  me,  and  gave  himself  for  me.   Gal.  ii.  20. 

JESUS  LOVES  ME. 

Jesus  loves  me,  came  to  save  me, 
When  my  soul  in  sin  was  lost, 

For  my  life  his  own  he  gave  me — 
Oh,  how  much  my  ransom  cost! 

Jesus  loves  me,  ne'er  forsakes  me, 

Gives  me  peace  and  joy  and  grace ; 

By  his  loving  presence  makes  me 
Dwell  as  in  a  heavenly  place. 

Jesus  loves  me,  mercy  sends  me, 
Cheers  me  on  my  pilgrim  way; 

From  my  foes  and  fears  defends  me, 
Strength  imparts  for  every  day. 

Jesus  loves  me,  always  loves  me, 

In  my  darkness  as  in  light; 
By  my  pains  and  trials  proves  me, 

To  reveal  his  face  more  bright. 

Jesus  loves  me,  feasts  and  guides  me, 

Asks  if  I  my  Saviour  love  ; 
Dearest  Lord,  I  've  none  besides  thee, 

Here  on  earth,  in  heaven  above.  1558 


22  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

TJan.  22.]    The  people  that  walked  in  darkness  have  seen  a  great 

light.    Isa.  ix.  2. 

When  they  saw  the  star,  they  rejoiced  with  exceeding  great  joy.— 
Matt.  ii.  10. 

THE  BETHLEHEM  STAR. 

Dark  was  the  night  of  time 
When  first  thy  rays  sublime, 

Celestial  Gem, 
Descending  from  on  high, 
Illumed  the  somber  sky, 
And  met  the  shepherds'  eye, 

In  Bethlehem. 

Ere  toward  the  Light  of  God, 
With  hasty  steps  they  trod, 

An  angel's  voice, 
In  new  and  rapturous  song, 
Joined  by  a  heavenly  throng, 
The  anthem  to  prolong, 

Bade  them  rejoice. 

Star  of  celestial  ray, 
Beam  thou  upon  my  way, 

With  guiding  light; 
In  trial's  gloomiest  hour, 
When  pain  may  overpower, 
WTien  life's  last  clouds  shall  lower, 

Dispel  their  night. 

Then  thee  shall  I  behold, 
On  shining  streets  of  gold — 
From  earth  afar — 


SONGS   FOR   ALL   SEASON'S.  23 

Where  shadows  never  fall, 
Where  death  shall  ne'er  appall, 
Where  thou  art  All  in  all, 

Sweet  Bethlehem  Star!  ig^ 


<♦> 


[Jan.  23.]    My  presence  shall  go  with  thee,  and  I  will  give  thee  rest. 
Ex.  xxxiii.  14. 
Now  they  desire  a  better  country,  that  is,  a  heavenly.    Heb.  xi.  16. 

HEAVENWARD  BOUND. 

My  Saviour  from  his  throne, 

Regards  his  servant  here, 
And  in  the  blessed  Comforter, 

I  feel  that  he  is  near. 

Oft  with  dear  saints  I  meet, 
And  glory  seems  to  dawn: 

Gladness  and  strength  my  soul  refresh, 
And  so  I  journey  on. 

If  Marah  I  must  taste, 

Sweet  hope  my  spirit  calms, 

And  soon  I  drink  at  Elim's  wells, 
And  rest  beneath  its  palms. 

So  through  my  pilgrim  course, 

E'en  to  the  darkling  tide, 
I  will  not  fear,  but  love  to  think 

Of  scenes  the  other  side. 

Oh,  the  transporting  bliss, 

When  I  am  safely  o'er, 
To  find  my  Lord,  my  home,  my  heaven, 

And  leave  them  nevermore!  i875 


24  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASON'S. 

[Jan.  24.]   The  Lord  shall  be  unto  thee  an  everlasting  light.  Isa.1x.19. 
I  am  the  root  and  the  offspring  of  David,  the  bright,  the  morning 
star.    Rev.  xxii.  16. 

THE  MORNING  STAR. 

Though  lowly  was  thy  birth, 
Among  the  sons  of  earth, 

Bright,  Morning  Star! 
Yet,  with  the  victor's  prize, 
Triumphant  thou  didst  rise, 
And  highest  in  the  skies 

Thy  glories  are. 

When  perisheth  the  sun, 
And  planets  cease  to  run, 

Leaving  the  sky; 
When  God's  consuming  ire 
Shall  wrap  the  world  in  fire, 
And  time  itself  expire, 

Thou  shalt  not  die. 

In  loftier  heavens  above, 
Where  all  is  peace  and  love, 

Thy  radiance  fair, 
Beaming  from  pole  to  pole, 
Shall  feast  the  ransomed  soul, 
While  circling  ages  roll 

Eternal  there. 

Let  now  thy  rays  divine, 
On  every  nation  shine, 

Through  earth  abroad, 
Till  all  thy  light  shall  see, 


SOXGS   FOB  ALL    SEASONS.  25 

Till  all  by  truth  be  free, 
Till  all  shall  bow  the  knee, 

And  worship  God.  i§42 
«♦♦ 

[Jan.  25.]    Out  of  Zion,  the  perfection  of  beauty,  God  hath  shined 

forth.    Ps.1.2. 

The  church  of  the  living  God,  the  pillar  and  ground  of  the  truth.— 
1  Tim.  iii.  15. 

THE  CHURCH   OF   GOD. 

Naught  so  conserves  the  truth  and  right, 
As  God's  pure  Church,  the  world's  best  light ; 
Her  source  on  high,  divine  her  birth, 
Heaven's  life  made  manifest  on  earth. 

Hers  to  embody  Christ  the  Lord, 
Unfold  the  purpose  of  his  word, 
The  one  grand  means  that  God  bestows 
To  save  our  race,  and  cure  its  woes. 

For  this,  the  blest  Incarnate  One 
A  wanderer  was  beneath  the  sun, 
The  Garden  sorrow's  whelming  flood, 
The  Cross — its  death  and  sacred  blood. 

For  this  he  rose,  to  plead  above, 
Give  conquests  of  almighty  Love, 
Augment  the  Church's  matchless  worth, 
And  make  her  regnant  o'er  the  earth. 

O  Church !  in  purity  and  power, 

Assert  and  prove  thy  priceless  dower  ! 

To  thee  thy  Head,  as  he  doth  live, 

The  kingdoms  of  the  world  shall  give.        i$qq 


26  SONGS   FOB    ALL    SEASONS. 

[Jan.  26.]    Behold,  he  spreadeth  his  light  around  him.  Job  xxxvi.30. 
The  city  hath  no  need  of  the  sun,  neither  of  the  moon,  to  shine  upon 
it :  for  the  glory  of  God  did  lighten  it.    Rev.  xxi.  23. 

AURORAL  LIGHTS. 

Along  the  clear  and  lofty  arch, 

"With  shimmering  banners  lifted  high, 

In  brilliant  robes  they  form  and  march, 
Auroral  armies  of  the  sky. 

Some,  pale  and  spectral  as  they  shine, 
Like  spirits  wandering  near  us  seem, 

While  vaster  columns  throng  the  line, 

And  crimson  splendors  o'er  them  stream. 

The  white  and  red  o'erlap  the  blue, 

WTiere  flash  the  gems  of  starry  light ; 

A  heavenly  host  breaks  forth  to  view, 

And  scales  the  sapphire  dome  of  night. 

Ah !  whence  this  mingled  grand  array, 
That  half  the  concave  fills  and  sweeps, 

Glintings  of  some  pure  sphere  are  they, 
In  the  far  space  of  upper  deeps'? 

Are  these  reflections  from  the  sea 

That  wraps  and  warms  the  distant  pole, 

Whose  gleaming  waves,  from  winter  free, 
Wait  the  adventurer's  daring  stroll? 

Come  these  celestial  bannered  hosts, 
Within  our  dim  horizon's  bound, 

To  lure  us  to  sublimer  coasts, 

Where  hope's  ideal  realm  is  found? 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  27 

Are  they  but  shadows  of  that  world 
Where  sainted  spirits  dwell  and  sing? 

The  twilight  of  those  skies  unfurled 
Above  the  City  of  the  King? 

Oh,  what  must  be  the  splendors  rare, 
The  hues  that  zone  that  high  abode, 

The  radiant  glories  streaming  there, 

Lit  by  the  throne  and  smile  of  God !       iqq9 
«♦* 

[Jan.  27.]    Our  redeemer,  the  Lord  of  hosts  is  his  name.    ISA.  xlvii.4 
In  whom  we  have  our  redemption  through  his  blood.    Eph.  i.  7. 

SONG  OF  REDEMPTION. 

O  Prince  of  Peace !  extend  thy  reign, 
Make  earth  a  Paradise  again : 
Banish  the  woe  and  wail  of  sin, 
Bring  songs  of  joy  and  gladness  in — 

The  songs  whose  chorus,  angel-given, 
Augments  the  growing  bliss  of  Heaven, 
Lifts  up  our  souls  on  faith's  strong  wing, 
Till  charmed  by  psalms  immortals  sing. 

The  "new  song"  there,  that  never  tires — 
Redemption — sung  by  ransomed  choirs, 
Hath  echoes  lingering  here  in  strains 
Akin  to  those  o'er  Bethlehem's  plains, 

Breathed  in  the  life  and  matchless  love 
Of  Him  who  sought  us  from  above, 
Dropt  from  his  deeds  and  sympathies, 
Prolonged  in  lives  that  image  his.  1357 


28  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  28.]    Woe  unto  him  that  giveth  his  neighbor  drink,  that  addest 
thy  venom  thereto,  and  makest  him  drunken  also.    Hab.  ii.  15. 
Nor  covetous,  nor  drunkards  . . .  shall  inherit  the  kingdom  of  God.— 

ICor.  vi.10. 

HOW  LONG,  O  LORD? 

How  long,  O  Lord !  must  suffering  mortals  wait, 
As  held  in  iron  shroud  or  prison  gate, 
Despairing,  sink  beneath  their  crushing  fate  * 

How  long  these  streams  of  bitter  anguish  flow, 
These  tides  of  grief  and  desolating  woe, 
These  fiery,  soul-engulfing  torrents  go  ! 

Shall  brilliant  stars  still  fade  or  fall  from  heaven  ? 
Shall  to  this  Moloch  dread  the  best  be  given? 
Shall  brightest  hopes  in  darkest  night  be  riven? 

My  soul  shrinks  back,  with  horror  all  aghast, 

To  think  of  miseries  so  deep  and  vast, 

Of  what  such  souls  defiled  must  be  at  last ! 

And  still  we  let  the  awful  work  proceed ; 
What  thousands  aid  it  in  their  love  of  greed, 
Though  God  forbids,  and  helpless  sufferers  plead ! 

0  sluggish  hearts,  and  slumbering  hosts,  awake ! 
Lethargic  bands,  inaction's  fetters  break  ! 

Go  forth !  the  foe's  defiant  ramparts  take ! 

It  can  be  done — united  souls  are  strong ; 
Move  thus  in  force,  the  fight  need  not  be  long, 
But  surely  bring  the  glad  victorious  song ! 

1  hear  that  song  amidst  the  noise  and  din 
Of  mighty  struggles  with  the  giant  sin — 

The  shout  of  armies  that  we  know  must  win !     1886 


SONGS   FOB  ALL    SEASONS.  29 

[Jan.  29.]    Look  unto  me,  and  be  ye  saved,  all  the  ends  of  the  earth  ; 
lor  I  am  God,  and  there  is  none  else.    Isa.  xlv.  22. 
He  went  on  his  way  rejoicing.    Acts  viii.  39. 

BELIEVING  AND  OBEYING. 

Oh,  loving  Saviour,  dying  Lamb ! 
The  bearer  of  my  sin  and  shame, 
Wilt  thou  receive  me  as  I  am, 
A  wretched,  helpless  soul? 
Vain  is  the  world,  and  all  my  deeds, 
As  broken  cisterns,  useless  weeds, 
They  ne'er  can  meet  my  deepest  needs ; 

0  Jesus,  make  me  whole ! 

I  do  believe,  give  all  to  thee, 
Nothing  to  what  thou  givest  me — 
Thy  life,  thy  blood,  thy  grace  so  free, 

On  which  alone  I  rest. 
Lord,  I  am  thine,  no  more  to  stray 
From  thee  and  thy  dear  cross  away, 
But  there  to  love,  adore,  and  pray, 

And  be  supremely  blest. 

How  long  I  sought  thy  grace  to  know, 
Groping  in  darkness,  doubt,  and  woe ; 
But  thou  didst  find  and  love  me  so, 

1  must  thy  word  obey. 

To  tread  where  I  thy  footprints  see, 
To  take  my  cross,  to  follow  thee, 
To  do  thy  will,  is  sweet  to  me, 

And  brightens  all  my  way.  1^7 


30  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Jan.  30.]    There  is  a  friend  that  sticketh  closer  than  a  brother  — 

Prov.  xviii.  24. 

Greater  love  hath  no  man  than  this,  that  a  man  lay  down  his  life  for 
his  friends.    John  xv.  13. 

THE  HEAVENLY  FRIEND. 

Christ  is  a  faithful  friend, 
In  whom  the  trembling  soul,  in  hope  confiding, 
May  safely  trust ;  his  love  is  strong,  abiding 

Even  to  the  end. 

His  sympathy,  how  sweet! 
Like  softest  music  o'er  the  spirit  stealing, 
It  soothes  the  troubled  heart  with  balmy  healing, 

And  joy  complete. 

His  words  of  glorious  truth, 
Like  cadences  of  love  from  heaven  descending, 
Allure  and  guide  to  scenes  of  bliss  unending, 

And  fadeless  youth. 

He,  with  almighty  power, 
Can  give  support  when  earthly  hopes  are  dying ; 
Safe  is  each  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flying 

In  trial's  hour. 

Celestial,  peerless  Friend! 
Around  me  close  thy  soft  and  sheltering  pinions ; 
And  take  my  spirit  to  thy  blest  dominions, 

When  life  shall  end. 

Oh,  give  this  gracious  Guest 
A  throne  in  every  heart,  earth's  sons  and  daughters! 
His  friendship  is  a  fount  of  living  waters, 

And  heavenly  rest.  is±7 


/SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  31 

[Jan.  31.]    Ask  of  me,  and  I  will  give  thee  the  nations  for  thine  in- 
heritance.   Ps.  ii.  8. 
Come  over  into  Macedonia  and   help  us.    Acts  xvi.  9. 

THE  MACEDONIAN  CRY. 

Hark  !  from  o'er  the  distant  waters 

Myriad  voices  sweep  along ; 
Heathen  sons  and  heathen  daughters 

Vainly  round  their  idols  throng. 

Piteous  wails,  to  heaven  ascending, 

Roll  along  the  leaden  sky : 
Christian,  wake !  thine  ear  be  lending, 

List  the  Macedonian  cry ! 

Quickly  send  the  bread  of  heaven, 
Ere  they  die  in  pagan  gloom, 

Ere  their  priceless  souls  are  given, 
Blindly,  to  despairing  doom. 

Must  they  downward  rush  forever, 
Plunging  still  in  misery's  tide? 
Shall  the  message  reach  them  never, 
"Ho!  for  you  the  Saviour  died!" 

Jesus !  shall  thy  ransomed  number 
Cease  thy  burning  words  to  keep  ? 

O'er  the  dying  nations  slumber, 

"While  they  grope  in  darkness  deep? 

Oh !  in  view  of  death's  dread  portal, 

And  of  Life's  all-glorious  gift — 
Real  things,  unseen,  immortal — 

From  our  hearts  inaction  lift !  1345 


32  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  1.]    He  shall  be  as  the  light  of  the  morning,  when  the  sun  riseth, 
a  morning  without  clouds.    2  SAM.  xxiii.  4. 
The  true  light  already  shineth.    1  John  ii.  8. 

THE  BEACON  LIGHT. 

While  on  life's  stormy  sea 

My  bark  is  driven, 
From  a  fair  coast  to  me 

Sweet  light  is  given, 
Gleaming  around  my  way. 
Changing  dark  night  to  day, 
Blending  its  golden  ray 

With  hues  of  heaven. 

That  beacon  light  I  have, 

And  lose  all  fear; 
The  Saviour  walks  the  wave — 

His  voice  I  hear — 
My  precious,  perfect  Guide, 
Bidding  the  storm  subside, 
Showing,  beyond  the  tide, 

Skies  heavenly  clear. 

I  feel  thy  magnet  powers, 

Bright  world  to  come! 
Faith  sees  thy  glorious  bowers 

Where  angels  roam; 
Where  loved  ones,  gone  before, 
Now  beckon  from  the  shore, 
And  make  me  long  the  more 

For  them  and  home.  i862 


SOXGS  FOR  ALL   SEASONS.  33 

[Feb.  2.]     In  six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth,  the  sea  and 
all  that  in  them  is.     Ex.  xx.  11. 
He  himself  giveth  to  all  life,  and  breath,  and  all  things.  AcTSxvii.25. 

CREATIVE  DAYS-FIRST  THREE. 

Was  it  once  a  globe  of  darkness 

In  its  early  birth1? 
A  revolving  mass  of  vapor, 

All  this  wondrous  earth? 
Through  it  swept  the  Voice  eternal, 

Thrillingly  it  rung, 
Piercing  all  its  gloomy  chambers 

Like  a  fiery  tongue; 
"Let  there  light  be!''    Flashing,  dancing, 

Oer   it  light  upsprung. 

Was  it  once  a  ball  of  fire — 

This  old  wondrous  world — 
Blazoned  with  electric  lightnings, 

As  it  onward  whirled'? 
Chaos  trembled  into  order, 

At  the  fiat  given, 
And  the  firmaments  commingled 

Were  asunder  riven, 
And  from  out  the  parting  waters 

Eose  the  air  of  heaven. 

Was  it  once  all  o'er  enshrouded 

With  a  shoreless  sea, 
But  a  swinging  sphere  of  billows, 

Bounding  in  their  glee? 
Back  Jehovah  rolled  the  waters 
From  their  rocky  floor; 


34  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

Mountains  climbed  from  out  the  oceans, 

Hills,  plains,  necked  them  o'er; 
All  along  the  mazy  distance 

Lay  the  sea  and  shore. 

*•* 

[Feb.  3.1    There  was  evening  and  there  was  morning,  a  fourth  day.— 
Gen.  i.  19. 
Worship  him  that  made  the  heaven  and  the  earth  and  sea.  Rev.  xiv.7. 

CREATIVE  DAYS-LAST  THREE. 

Was  the  world  all  sunless,  starless? 

Day  and  night  the  same? 
God  furled  up  the  vapory  curtains — 

Light  from  heaven  came! 
There  the  sun  broke  out  in  glory, 

Crowned  the  king  of  day; 
There  the  moon,  revealed  in  splendor, 

Chased  night's  gloom  away; 
There  each  star,  with  smiling  glances, 

Earthward  threw  its  ray. 

Growing  into  form  and  beauty, 

Lifeless  was  the  earth? 
Then  the  good  and  great  Designer 

Gave  its  tribes  their  birth. 
First  the  seas  held  creatures  moving — 

Life  their  waters  stirred; 
But,  amid  earth's  awful  silence, 

Not  a  voice  was  heard, 
Till,  a  brighter  era  dawning, 

Sang  the  earliest  bird. 

O'er  the  plains,  along  the  mountains, 
Eoamed  no  flock  or  herd? 


SONGS    FOR   ALL    SEASONS.  35 

Then  they  came — the  wild,  the  docile, 

At  the  mighty  Word! 
But  no  form,  erect  and  human, 

No  observant  eye, 
No  pure  mind  to  heaven  aspiring, 

Till,  with  purpose  high, 
Man  was  made  in  God's  own  image; 

Made  to  live — not  die!  1856 


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[Feb.  4.]     In  Eden  ..he  put  the  man  whom  he  had  formed.    GEN.ii.8. 
To  him  that  overcometh,  to  him  will  I  give  to  eat  of  the  tree  of  life, 
which  is  in  the  Paradise  of  God.    Rev.  ii.  7. 

PARADISE. 

In  Edens  blessed  bowers 

The  primal  man  was  placed; 

With  bright  and  fragrant  flowers 
His  happy  home  was  graced. 

The  skies  smiled  sweetly  o'er  him, 
And  bird-songs  echoed  near, 

While  every  view  before  him 
Was  beautiful  and  dear. 

For  him,  through  all  its  stages, 
Each  period-day  had  wrought; 

To  him  the  lingering  ages 

This  lovely  scene  had  brought. 

For  man,  is  still  progressing, 

Through  time's  long  weary  swing, 

A  grander  work  and  blessing — 

The  Eden  Christ  shall  bring.  iggg 


36  SONGS   FOR  ALL    SEASONS. 

[Feb.  5.]    God  blessed  the  seventh  day  and  hallowed  it :  because  that 
in  it  he  rested  from  all  his  work.    Gen.  ii.  3. 
I  was  in  the  Spirit  on  the  Lord's  day.    Rev.  i.  10. 

THE  SABBATH. 

Ckeative  days  were  ended, 

Earth's  beauty  spread  afar, 
The  gemmed  expanse  extended 
To  heaven's  remotest  star — 
His  perfect  work  Jehovah  blest, 
And  o'er  it  came  his  hallowed  rest. 

"With  joy  this  wondrous  splendor 
Man,  latest  formed,  could  view, 
And  he  alone  could  render 
The  thoughtful  homage  due 
To  him  who  made  the  sabbath  blest 
For  sacred  worship,  praise,  and  rest. 

Bright,  on  these  earliest  pages, 

The  sabbath  light  is  shed; 
It  gleams  along  the  ages, 
By  Law  and   Gospel  led; 
And  still  the  world  is  richly  blest 
By  God's  thrice-hallowed  day  of  rest. 

The  grandest  work  was  ended 
The  world  has  ever  known, 
"When  Christ  arose — ascended — 
From  sepulcher  to  throne: 
Oh,  resurrection  day  of  rest, 
Our  Lord's  memorial,  ever  blest! 


SONGS   FOR    ALL    SEASONS.  37 

We  hail  its  sweet  returning, 

Its  Lord  we  love  to  see; 
Our  hearts,  with  worship  burning, 
Would  in  the  Spirit  be: 
Thus  shall  the  day,  so  honored,  blest, 
Foreshadow  our  eternal  rest.  isso 
*♦* 

[Feb.  6.]     Worship  before  the  Lord  thy  God  :  and  thou  shalt  rejoice 
in  all  the  good  which  the  Lord  thy  God  hath  given  unto  thee.   Deut. 

xxvi.  10,  11. 
They  were  all  together  in  one  place.    Acts  ii.  2. 

INVOCATION. 

God  of  glory!   great,  eternal, 

Robed  in  majesty  and  light, 
Worshiped,  on  thy  throne  supernal, 

By  adoring  spirits  bright, 
Gladly  crowning 

Thee  with  honor,  praise,  and  might : 

Humbly  at  thy  footstool  bending, 
Here  we  come  to  pay  our  vow; 

Let  thy  grace,  like  dew  descending, 
Sweetly  rest  upon  us  now, 

While  before  thee, 
Lord,  with  grateful  hearts  we  bow. 

Grant  to  us  thy  richest  blessing — 

Presence  of  the  Holy  Dove, 
Peace  and  joy  our  souls  possessing, 

Through  the  Saviour's  dying  love; 
Make  our  worship 

Like  the  praise  in  heaven  above.         1341 


38  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  7.]    Her  seed  :  it  shall  bruise  thy  head,  and  thou  shalt  bruise 

his  heel.    Gen.  iii.  15. 

Through  one  man  sin  entered  into  the  world,  and  death  through 
sin.    Rom.  v.  12. 

THE  FALL  AND  THE  PROMISE. 

Oh,  why  should  the  beauty  of  Eden  be  marred, 

Its  radiant  loveliness  fade? 
And  why  from  its  splendors  immortals  be  barred, 
Their  innocent  souls  sin-smitten  and  scarred, 

In  shame  and  in  sorrow  arrayed? 

"Why  over  the  glory  of  nature  a  blight, 

And  briars  with  roses  be  found? 
Sad  curses  commingled  with  scenes  of  delight, 
All  pleasures  to  poison,  all  prospects  to  smite, 

And  leave  a  death-wail  o'er  the  ground? 

The  Word  of  the  Lord  was  unheeded,  unkept ; 

The  tempter,  persuading  apace, 
Deep  into  the  soul  how  unwarily  crept, 
Its  powers  to  bewilder  while  consciences  slept ; 

So  ruin  was  wrought  for  the  race. 

The  shock  of  man's  sin,  how  it  jarred  all  the  world, 

And  dashed  on  eternity's  shore ! 
The  lovely  and  fair  to  guilt's  doom  it  has  hurled  ; 
And  over  earth's  realms  a  black  banner  unfurled 

Waves  dismally  sad  evermore ! 

No !  not  evermore  bides  the  curse  that  we  dread ; 

A  promise  rings  out  o'er  the  tomb ! 
The  Seed  of  the  woman  shall  bruise  the  foe's  head : 
Life,  life,  shall  return  unto  souls  that  are  dead, 

And  earth  a  new  Paradise  bloom !  isso 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  39 

[Feb.  8.]     He  shall  come  again  with  joy,  bringing  his  sheaves  with 

him.    Ps.  cxxvi.  6. 

The  harvest  is  the  end  of  the  world;  and  the  reapers  are  angels.— 
Matt.  xiii.  39. 

THE  GRACIOUS  HARVEST. 

The  kingdom  of  the  holy 

Springs  from  the  seed  divine; 
The  gracious  world-wide  sowing, 

O  blessed  Christ!  was  thine — 
Through  toilsome,  weary  journeys, 

In  words  and  works  of  might, 
Lone  sorrows  of  the  Garden, 

Death-woes  in  Calvary's  night! 

Alas!  that  seeds  of  evil, 

Through  Satan's  wily  snares, 
Should  on  the  field  be  scattered— 

The  worthless,  blighting  tares: 
But  in  the  march  of  ages, 

As  his  supreme  reward, 
Shall  spread  o'er  earth  in  splendor 

The  kingdom  of  the  Lord. 

When  come  the  angel  reapers 

To  sever  souls  depraved 
From  Christ's  obedient  followers, 

The  myriads  of  the  saved — 
These  like  the  sun  in  glory, 

Shall  near  their  Father  shine, 
And  sing  through  endless  cycles 

Redeeming  love  divine.  1887 


40  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  9.]    The  Lord  had  respect  unto  Abel  and  to  his  offering.    Gen. 
iv.  4. 
And  through  it  he  being  dead  yet  speaketh.     Heb.  xi.  4. 

ABEL,  THE  FIRST   SAVED. 

Righteous  Abel!    first  to  tread 

The  dark  valley  to  the  dead ; 

First  to  pass  the  mystic  gate, 

By  a  brother's  vengeful  hate ; 
First  of  martyrs,  first  of  souls 
Crossing  o'er  the  untried  shoals 
"Where  life's  sea  eternal  rolls. 

First  of  all  the  sons  of  earth 

Welcomed  to  a  heavenly  birth  ; 

First  of  mortals  to  behold 

Jasper  walls  and  streets  of  gold ; 
First  of  all  the  mighty  throng 
That  to  Christ  the  Lord  belong, 
First  to  sing  redemption's  song. 

Through  the  gateway  as  he  trod, 

Safe  within  the  realm  of  God, 

O'er  him  Heaven's  all-glorious  skies, 

Round  him  angels'  eager  eyes, 

Wondering  whence  this  stranger  fair, 
Whence  the  robe  they  see  him  wear, 
Brighter  both  than  any  there. 

Wondering  still  they  list  the  strain 
Abel  sings  and  sings  again, 
Sings  so  sweet,  so  strange,  so  new, 
Hosts  from  farthest  bounds  it  drew ; 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  41 

Ne'er  on  all  the  heavenly  shore 
Strain  like  that  heard  they  before, 
Thrilled  to  hear  it  o'er  and  o'er. 

Ah !  redemption's  song  on  high 
Wakes  the  wonder  of  the  sky, 
Still  increasing  since  the  hour 
Abel  first  disclosed  its  power. 

Vast  the  throngs  its  music  share, 

Vaster  yet  as  ages  wear, 

Countless  when  all  gathered  there.        1379 


[Feb.  10.]    The  Lord  is  my  shepherd  ;  I  shall  not  want.    Ps.  xxiii.  1. 
My  sheep  hear  my  voice,  and  I  know  them,  and  they  follow  me  :  and 
I  give  unto  them  eternal  life  ;  and  they  shall  never  perish.    John 
x.  27,  28. 

DEVOTION  TO   CHRIST. 

Jesus,  my  shepherd  and  my  guide, 

Oh,  keep  and  shelter  me! 
With  thy  dear  flock  I  would  abide, 

Thy  true  disciple  be. 

Dear  Jesus,  thou  hast  loved  me  so, 
And  sought  me  from  above — 

Oh,  never  let  me  cease  to  know 
The  sweetness  of  thy  love. 

Blest  Jesus,  take  and  rule  my  heart, 
Each  thought,  all  life  be  thine ; 

Then  may  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  in  thy  glory  shine.  1S08 


42  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  11.]     I  do  set  my  bow  in  the  cloud,  and  it  shall  be  for  a  token  of 
a  covenant  between  me  and  the  earth.     Gen.  ix.  13. 
There  was  a  rainbow  round  about  the  throne,  like  an  emerald  to 

look  upon.    Revt.  iv.  3. 

THE    RAINBOW. 

As  pendent  from  the  bending  sky, 

Behold  the  storm-cloud  grandly  march ! 

And  as  we  gaze  the  wondering  eye 
Discerns  the  rainbow's  lovely  arch. 

What  soft  clear  hues,  divinely  bright, 

Along  the  curving  glory  shine, 
Blending  in  matchless  lines  of  light, 
Our  Father's  work  and  covenant-sign. 

It  seems,  on  that  back-ground  of  wrath, 
Sweet  Mercy's  form  with  smiling  grace, 

To  show  a  blest  and  radiant  path 
That  leads  us  to  the  holy  place.  ' 

For  evermore  it  speaks  to  man, 

As  time  shall  pass  and  earth  endure: 

See,  as  the  bow  the  cloud  shall  span, 
Jehovah's  promise  bright  and  sure! 

Not  e'er  again  wild  deluge-wave 

Our  sin-scarred  world  with  ruin  sweeps; 
From  wrath  deserved  the  Lord  shall  save 
The  race  his  long  forbearance  keeps. 

So  man  may  live  and  turn  to  him, 
The  beast  beneath  his  care  repose, 

And  naught  his  wondrous  love  shall  dim 
Till  time  and  calls  of  mercy  close. 


SONGS    FOB   ALL   SEASONS.  43 

Oft  shall  repeat  the  cloud  and  shower, 
To  eyes  and  hearts  that  see  and  know, 

God's  lovingkindness,  grace,  and  power, 
Blent  in  the  circling  radiant  bow. 

Fair  bow  of  promise! — mercy's  sign — 
Thy  lessons  sweet  I  gladly  own, 

And  may  I  in  the  land  divine 

Behold  the  rainbow  round  the  throne,     isso 


[Feb.  12]    He  shall  dwell  on  high.    Isa.  xxxiii.  16. 

Willing  rather  to  be  absent  from  the  body,  and  to  be  at  home  with 
the  Lord.    2  Cor.  v.  8. 

THE  HOME  ABOVE. 

There  is  a  home  of  love  and  joy, 
That  knows  no  shade  of  gloom, 

Where  charming  flowers,  that  never  fade, 
In  radiant  gardens  bloom. 

Soft  angel  fingers  gather  them, 
As  o'er  those  fields  they  tread, 

To  weave  a  glorious  coronal 
For  every  saintly  head. 

In  that  fair  land  of  purest  bliss 

No  sorrow  e'er  appears, 
For  God  will  bring  his  children  there, 

And  wipe  away  their  tears. 

Oh,  blessed  home!    sweet  place  of  rest! 

"Where  friend  ne'er  parts  with  friend, 
And  all  shall  sing  their  Saviour's  praise 

In  songs  that  never  end.  1840 


44  SONGS   FOE  ALL    SEASOXS. 

[Feb.  13.]    For  a  small  moment  have  I  forsaken  thee;  but  with  great 

mercies  will  I  gather  thee.    ISA.  liv.  7. 

Deatli  shall  be  no  more;  neither  shall  there  be  mourning,  nor  cry- 
ing, nor  pain,  any  more.    Rev.  xxi.  4. 

SORROW  AND  FAITH. 

Bereft  again!  Who  shall  the  grief  reveal, 
When  thus  are  sundered  life's  endearing  ties ; 

What  untold  anguish  may  the  heart  conceal, 
"When  its  own  self  in  its  beloved  dies ! 

Ah  !  none  can  tell  the  sorrow  of  the  hour, 
Save  he  whose  spirit  knew  its  keenest  pang, 

When  voices  of  the  past,  with  throngful  power, 
Through  memory's  halls  in  saddest  cadence  rang. 

But,  breaking  thro'  the  thick  enswathing  gloom, 
Come  the  sure  promises  of  truth  divine ; 

They  bear  the  soul  aloft,  while  o'er  the  tomb 
Their  clustering  beams  in  glorious  beauty  shine. 

Faith  cleaves  the  sky,  as  in  an  upward  flight 
She  wings  her  way  to  opening  realms  of  bliss, 

And  views  those  spirits  in  the  world  of  light 
So  fondly  loved  while  they  sojourned  in  this. 

She  whispers :  Thou,  erelong,  shalt  meet  them  there, 
No  more  to  part  while  endless  ages  roll ; 

For  Heaven's  eternal  life  excludes  all  care, 
And  Heaven's  eternal  love  fills  all  the  soul. 

Now,  lost  in  light  the  darkest  scenes  of  time, 
Faith  bids  the  toil-worn  pilgrim's  heart  rejoice, 

Speaks  of  the  raptures  of  that  holier  cliine, 

And  restful  trust  is  in  her  cheering  voice.       i846 


SOXGS   FOR   ALL    SEASONS.  45 

[Feb.  14.]    The  flowers  appear  on  the  earth;  the  time  of  the  singing 
of  birds  is  come.    Cant.  ii.  12. 
Solomon  in  all  his  glory  was  not  arrayed  like  one  of  these.  Mat.  vi.  29. 

FRIEND   AND   FLOWERS. 

How  like  to  thee 
The  flowers,  so  sweetly  beaming, 
While  beauty  o'er  them  gleaming, 
And  light  around  them  streaming, 

They  smile  in  glee. 

Like  thee  the  birds, 
So  gaily  singing  o'er  thee, 
All  nature  bright  before  thee; 
Let  not  thy  heart  deplore  thee, 

In  saddening  words. 

But  know  that  soon  ' 
Flowers  fade  as  dreams  of  pleasure, 
Earth's  joys  expend  their  measure, 
Fickle  as  fancy's  treasure, 

Or  clouds  at  noon. 

Be  thine,  dear  one, 
A  friend  of  true  affection; 
Be  Christ  your  first  selection, 
And  yours  his  kind  protection, 

Till  life  is  done. 

Then  shall  you  rise, 
All  earthly  hopes  releasing, 
To  scenes  of  bliss  unceasing, 
Where  joys  are  still  increasing, 

In  Paradise.  1844 


46  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  15.]    Get  thee  out  of  thy  country,  and  lrom  thy  kindred,  and  from 
thy  father's  house,  unto  the  land  that  I  will  shew  thee.    Gen.  xii.  1. 
And  he  went  out,  not  knowing  whither  he  went.    Heb.  xi.  8. 

THE  CALL  OF  ABRAHAM. 

With  strength  of  faith  sublime, 
O'er  all  of  olden  time, 

The  patriarch  weighed 
The  call  that  stirred  his  heart, 
That  bade  him  rise  and  start, 
From  home  and  kindred  part, 

And  quick  obeyed. 

Forth  on  the  untried  path, 
Taking  what  each  day  hath, 

He  journeyed  strong: 
God  would  his  footsteps  guide, 
All  needful  things  provide, 
And  let  no  ill  betide, 

His  way  along. 

O'er  plain  and  stream  he  went, 
And  nightly  pitched  his  tent, 

And  slept  and  dreamed, 
Till  Canaan's  land  of  rest, 
The  end  of  march  and  quest, 
The  promised  country  blest, 

Before  him  beamed. 

Oh,  thus  to  walk  by  faith, 
In  what  the  dear  Lord  saith, 

Led  by  his  hand; 
To  know  each  day  is  right, 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  47 

Though  oft  come  clouds  and  night, 
The  end  to  be   all  bright, 

And  Canaan's  land!  isso 
1+* 

[Feb.  16.]    The  Lord.. will  send  his  angel  with  thee,  and  prosper 

thy  way.    GEN.xxiv.  40. 

The  Lord  hath  sent  forth  his  angel  and  delivered  me  out  of  the  hand 
of  Herod.    Acts  xii.  11. 

GUARDIAN    ANGELS. 

Its  beautiful  angels  kind  Heaven  oft  sends 
To  saints  here  sojourning,  as  guardian  friends; 
They  linger  about  us,  give  hints  of  alarm, 
A  vigil  most  helpful  to  shield  us  from  harm. 

In  visible  forms  once  they  wandered  earth  o'er, 
By  patriarchs  seen  at  their  humble  tents'  door ; 
The  prophets  beheld  them  in  peril's  dark  hour, 
Eluded  dread  foes  by  the  aid  of  their  power. 

When  once  our  Redeemer  abode  among  men, 
How  Heaven's  sweet  angels  attended  him  then ! 
They  came  to  apostles  on  land  and  on  sea, 
Their  safety  assured,  or  from  prison  set  free. 

Not  now  to  our  sight  do  these  guardians  appear, 
Still  oft  they  come  earthward  and  tenderly  near ; 
Their  soft  wings  are  o'er  us  as  banners  of  love, 
Their  watch  ceases  not  till  they  bear  us  above. 

God's  grace  in  salvation  they  long  to  survey, 
Its  mysteries  scan,  and  its  glories  portray : 
Its  victory  sure,  in  each  soul  that 's  forgiven, 
Enhances  their  joy  and  they  chant  it  in  heaven.     1^9 


48  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feu.  17.]    Lot  dwelled  in  the  cities  of  the  Plain  and  moved  his  tent 
as  far  as  Sodom.    Gen.  xiii.  12. 
Remember  Lot's  wife.    Luke  xvii.  32. 

THE  CHOICE  OF  LOT. 

From  the  hill  above  Bethel  rose  full  on  Lot's  vision 

A  landscape  enchantingly  fair ; 
The  deep  Jordan  valley — an  Eden  elysian — 

Reposed  in  its  loveliness  there. 

The  beautiful  river  oft  winding  descended 
Through  richest  of  verdure-clad  fields, 

While  fringing  its  banks  to  the  sea  where  it  ended 
Were  the  palms  and  the  balsams  it  yields. 

Not  the  right  nor  the  left  of  the  patriarch's  offers 
Would  the  venturing  nephew  accept ; 

The  passion  for  wealth,  for  enlarging  his  coffers, 
To  the  depths  of  his  spirit  had  crept. 

So  down  toward  the  city  of  Sodom  polluted, 
He  pitched  his  white  tents  on  the  Plain ; 

And  they  laughed  as  he  often  their  errors  refuted, 
While  into  his  home  came  the  stain. 

The  riches  he  gained,  while  forgetting  the  altar, 

Were  lost  in  a  moment  at  last ; 
And  the  wife  of  his  bosom  in  fleeing  would  falter, 

Overwhelmed  in  the  dread  judgment-blast. 

Oh,  pitch  not  thy  tent  with  the  wicked,  forsaking 

God's  people  and  service  of  love! 
For  what  are  the  riches  the  Godless  are  making, 

Compared  with  the  treasures  above?  isso 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  49 

[Fi:b.  18.]   He  was  priest  of  God  Most  High.  And  he  blessed  him,  and 

said,  Blessed  be  Abram.    GEN.  xiv.  18, 19. 

The  author  of  eternal  salvation;  named  of  God  a  high  priest  after 
the  order  of  Melchizedek.    Hkb.  v.  9, 10. 

MELCHIZEDEK. 

The  Most  High  God,  to  do  his  beck, 
Chose  Salem's  king,  Melchizedek ; 
A  king  and  priest,  though  not  in  line, 
An  earthly  prince  with  ken  divine : 
He  goes  to  Shaven' s  lovely  vale 
The  gallant  Abraham  there  to  hail, 
Returning  now,  a  victor  bright 
O'er  federate  foes  of  plundering  might. 

"Who  is  this  wondrous  king  of  peace, 
This  earliest  priest  of  righteousness, 
"Who  blessings  poured  on  Abraham's  head, 
And  offerings  gave  of  wine  and  bread? 
Type  of  a  greater  King  he  stands, 
Sovereign  at  length  of  all  the  lands, 
The  Priest  whose  offering  was  to  die, 
"Who  lives  and  pleads  for  us  on  high. 

Oh,  precious  truth,  so  early  given, 
To  lead  the  way  to  hope  and  heaven ; 
The  light  that  cheered  the  saints  of  old, 
The  story  of  redemption  told : 
Oh,  blessed  truth,  the  Christ  divine, 
Who  gives  our  souls  the  bread  and  wine ; 
Our  All  in  all  while  here  we  stay, 
Our  King  and  crown  in  endless  day.         isso 


50  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  19.]    I  am  thy  shield  and  thy  exceeding  great  reward.    Gen. 
xv.  1. 

To  Abraham  his  faith  was  reckoned  for  righteousness.    Rom.  iv.  9. 

GODS  PROMISES  TO  ABRAHAM. 

Fear  not,  Abraham,  saith  the  Lord, 
I  'm  thy  shield  and  great  reward ; 
I  will  bless  thee  now  and  ever, 
Naught  from  thee  my  love  shall  sever. 

Promises  that  I  have  made, 
All  the  words  my  mouth  hath  said, 
1 11  fulfill  them  to  the  letter— 
Than  thy  fears  thy  God  is  better. 

I  from  Ur,  with  guiding  hand, 
Brought  thee  to  this  chosen  land; 

I  have  seen  thy  faith's  true  merit, 

Thou  this  country  shalt  inherit. 

Would' st  thou  have  a  certain  sign 
That  the  blessing  shall  be  thine? — 

Canst  thou  count  the  stars  of  heaven? 

So  shall  seed  to  thee  be  given. 

From  a  land  of  trials  sore, 

After  bondage  years  are  o'er, 
They  shall  here  repeat  the  story 
Of  their  triumph  and  my  glory. 

Abraham  then  his  Lord  believed, 
And  the  great  reward  received: 
So  may  all  the  souls  that  love  him 
By  their  faith  unwavering  prove  him.       \$$o 


SOXGS    FOB    ALL    SEA80N8.  51 

[Feb. 20.]  Lovely  and  pleasant.  2  Sam.  i.  23.   But  sleepeth.  M'kv.39. 
THE  ONLY  CHILD. 
Playful  darling,  blooming  maiden, 

Precious  gift  and  only  child, 
Dearly  loved  and  beauty-laden — 
Heaven  upon  our  home  had  smiled. 
Loving  eyes  were  often  glancing 
On  her  winning  ways  entrancing, 
Toward  maturing  years  advancing. 
Angel  daughter,  fondly  cherished, 

How  our  hearts  around  thee  twined! 
Brightest  hopes  in  thee  have  perished, 
All  the  world  seems  dumb  and  blind ! 
Night  upon  our  souls  is  falling, 
Deep  to  solemn  deep  is  calling, 
Ah !  the  shadows  are  appalling ! 
Lingering  gently  at  the  border, 

"While  no  fear  her  spirit  vexed, 
Sweet  she  spoke  her  love's  true  order : 
' 'Jesus  first  and  parents  next.'' 

Farewells  given,  forth  she  ventured, 
All  her  hopes  in  Jesus  centered, 
As  within  the  veil  she  entered. 

There,  amid  celestial  splendors, 

Angel  hosts  and  ransomed  throngs, 
Praises  to  the  Lamb  she  renders, 
Joining  in  their  glorious  songs : 
There  she  waits  for  us  to  meet  her, 
Then  with  rapture  we  shall  greet  her ; 
Oh,  what  thought  or  hope  is  sweeter  ?   lsSi 


52  SOXGS   FOR  ALL    SEASONS. 

[Feb.  21.]  In  great  affliction.  NEH.i.3.  Reserved  in  heaven.  IPe.  i.4. 
BEREAVEMENT. 

Who  parental  love  can  measure, 

Tell  its  strength,  its  depths  unfold1? 
Who  can  estimate  the  treasure 
Which  the  heart's  affections  hold? 
"When  the  tie  by  death  is  broken, 
When  fades  out  love's  sweetest  token, 
Can  the  sorrow  e'er  be  spoken  % 

Saviour,  lift  the  cloud  of  sadness, 

Show  us  thy  dear  face  divine ; 
Bring  our  hearts  a  ray  of  gladness, 
O'er  them  let  thy  pity  shine: 

Sure  the  soul  that  deeply  grieveth, 
Comfort  sweet  and  calm  receiveth, 
As  thy  promise  it  believeth. 
Passing  through  the  heavenly  portal, 

Fading  from  our  earthly  sight, 
She  has  found  a  home  immortal, 
In  the  world  of  life  and  light : 
Left  forever  tears  and  sighing ; 
Blessed  change,  from  pain  and  dying, 
Endless  bliss  the  soul  supplying. 

Lord,  Ave  trust  thee ;  thou  art  gracious ; 

Thou  didst  give  the  jewel  fair; 

Oh,  to  us  how  bright  and  precious ! 

And  to  thee  what  treasure  rare ! 

Ours  and  thine,  Lord,  thou  hast  taken ; 

We  're  bereaved,  but  not  forsaken ; 

Her  from  sleep  thy  voice  shall  waken.    is$4 


SONGS    FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  53 

[Feb.  22.]  Men  of  renown.  GEN.vi.4.  Hazarded  their  lives.  Ac.xv.26. 
OUR  TRIUMVIRATE. 
God  gave  us  "Washington, 
When  freedom  must  be  won, 

As  here  proclaimed. 
He,  strong  through  battles  dread, 
Our  arms  to  victory  led, 
Became  his  country's  head, 
Its  father  named. 

As  discord  shook  the  state, 
In  fierce  rebellion's  hate, 

And  sought  its  grave, 
Our  greatheart  Lincoln  then, 
Heaven's  chosen  of  our  men, 
With  faith's  courageous  pen, 

Freed  every  slave. 

A  matchless  hero  leads 
Our  hosts  to  valorous  deeds, 

Excelled  by  none — 
The  silent  soldier  Grant, 
WTiom  naught  could  swerve  or  daunt, 
WTio  met  the  Nation's  want, 

And  kept  it  one. 

Heart-shrined,  their  names  shall  live, 
And  inspiration  give, 

While  ages  roll: — 
Illustrious  dead,  and  great, 
Peerless  in  field  and  state, 
Sublime  triumvirate, 

In  act  and  soul.  18S5 


54  SONGS  FOR  ALL   SEASONS. 

[Feb.  583.]    Thy  people  shall  be  my  people,  and  thy  God  my  God.— 

Ruth  i.  16. 

Chosen  the  good  part,  which  shall  not  be  taken  away  from  her.— 
Luke  x.  42. 

RUTH'S  CHOICE  AND  HONOR. 

Moab  daughter!  leave  thy  mountains, 
Leave  the  plains  along  the  sea; 

Leave  the  flowers,  the  sunny  fountains, 
And  the  graves  so  dear  to  thee! 

Leave  the  gods  where,  often  kneeling, 
Thou  hast  poured  the  tears  of  woe: 

Broken  hearts  they  give  no  healing, 
Let  those  senseless  idols  go! 

Heavenly  voices,  sweetly  tender, 

Through  thy  spirit-chanibers  ring; 

To  their  call  obedience  render, 

To  the  hand  that  beckons  cling. 

Thoughtful,  tearful,  mid  derision, 

Thou  hast  made  the  highest  choice; 

Heaven  records  the  grand  decision, 
God  has  heard  thy  earnest  voice. 

Humble  gleaner,  loved,  protected, 
Trusting  under  wings  divine, 

Thou,  for  high  renown  selected, 
Risest  to  the  royal  line! 

God  shall  bless  thee,  and  thy  story 
To  the  farthest  age  shall  live; 

He  shall  crown  thy  choice  with  glory, 

Thee  immortal  honors  give.  186s 


SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  55 

[Feb.  24.]    Orpah  kissed  her  mother  in  law;  but  Ruth  clave  unto 
her.    Ruth  i.  14. 
I  will  lollow  thee  whithersoever  thou  goest.     Matt.  viii.  19. 

RUTH  AND  NAOMI. 

I  will  go  where  faith  shall  lead  me, 
Fearing  not  the  way  untried  ; 

Hands  unseen  shall  guide  and  feed  me, 
Though  I  pass  the  Jordan  tide. 

Where  thou  goest,  dear  Naomi, 

I  will  surely  go  with  thee; 
Moab's  land  no  more  shall  know  me, 

From  its  gods  I  m  ever  free. 

Where  thou  sleepest  I  will  slumber, 

Sharing  all  the  lot  of  thine; 
I  will  join  thy  people's  number, 

And  thy  God  shall  hence  be  mine. 

In  life's  evening  where  thou  diest, 
Is  the  place  where  I  will  die; 

In  the  tomb .  wherein  thou  liest, 
Buried  there,  my  dust  shall  lie. 

Heaven  records  my  declaration; 

Naught  but  death  can  us  divide; 
Henceforth  be  my  joyful  station, 

Loved  Naomi,  at  thy  side. 

Gentle  spirit,  angels  cheer  thee, 

In  a  path  untried  before, 
Watching,  guarding,  camping,  near  thee, 

Till  thy  pilgrimage  is  o'er.  1868 


56  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  25.]    Bethlehem ..  out  of  thee  shall  one  come  forth  unto  me 
that  is  to  be  ruler  in  Israel.    Mic.  v.  2. 
And  he  called  his  name  Jesus.    Matt.  i.  25. 

THE  CHRIST  CHILD. 

How  beautiful  the  morn, 

That  breaks  in  heavenly  song, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  born, 
The  Saviour  promised  long. 
Earth  too  may  sing,  as  angels  bright 
On  wings  of  light  the  tidings  bring. 

In  Bethlehem's  manger  low 

The  Christ-child  sweetly  lies; 
There  favored  shepherds  go, 

And  feast  their  wondering  eyes. 
The  story  they  to  all  repeat, 
As  haste  their  feet  along  the  way. 

The  wise  men  leave  their  home, 
And  westward  journeying  far, 
To  the  Child  Jesus  come, 
Led  by  the  guiding  star. 
They  bow  before  the  new-born  King, 
And  rich  gifts  bring  from  out  their  store. 

Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  truth — 
Our  Lord  was  once  a  child! 
He  knows  the  hearts  of  youth, 
He's  near  the  meek  and  mild. 
He  took  our  place  he  loved  us  so, 
That  we  might  know  his  saving  grace. 
Children,  how  great  his  charms! 
Jesus,  of  lowly  birth; 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS  57 

He  calls  you  to  his  arms, 
As  once  he  did  on  earth. 
Hear  and  obey,  your  young  hearts  give, 
And  for  him  live  from  this  glad  day.       iss4 

4++ 

[Feb.  26.]    He  made  it  glorious,  by  the  way  of  the  sea,  beyond  Jordan, 
Galilee  of  the  nations.    Isa.  ix.  1. 
Come  ye  after  me,  and  I  will  make  you  fishers  of  men.    Mat.  iv.  19. 

JESUS  AT  THE  SEA  OF  GALILEE. 

From  honored  Bethlehem's  lowly  cave, 
From  Nazareth's  vale  in  Galilee, 

From  wondrous  scenes  at  Jordan's  wave, 
Jesus  now  stands  beside  the  Sea. 

How  sweet  in  such  a  favored  hour, 

From  lips  divine  the  gospel  sounds ; 

The  heavenly  kingdom  comes  in  power — 
Repent,  believe,  while  grace  abounds. 

Toilers  along  that  pebbly  shore 

Hear  calls  that  memory  ne'er  forgets ; 

The  tones  their  inmost  souls  explore, 
And  draw  the  fishers  from  their  nets. 

In  new-born  love  to  Christ  they  cling, 
Feast  on  his  words  of  life  and  peace ; 

To  earth's  far  bounds  those  words  they  ring, 
Fishers  of  men  till  time  shall  cease. 

Oh,  wondrous  Voice,  divinely  sweet, 

The  call  of  Jesus,  Follow  me : 
What  countless  tongues  the  call  repeat — 

To-day  it  comes,  dear  soul,  to  thee.       1352 


58  SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Feb.  27.]     Surely  he  hath  borne  our  griefs,  and  carried  our  sorrows. 
ISA.liii.  4. 
He  laid  his  hands  on  every  one  of  them  and  healed  them.  Lu.  iv.  40. 

HEALING  THE  SICK  AT  SUNSET. 

O'er  CarmeFs  ridge  declining, 

The  sun  is  sinking  low; 
On  Gilead's  brow  his  shining 

Is  but  a  lingering  glow, 
While  waiting  shadows  rally, 

As  day-beams  gently  flee, 
To  fill  the  Jordan  valley, 

And  veil  Gennesaret's  sea. 

But  such  a  day  of  blessing 
Was  never  known  before — 

Capernaum  Christ  possessing, 

While  thousands  throng  the  shore 

To  hear  the  loving  Preacher, 
And  see  in  mercy's  hour 

The  wonder-working  Teacher 
Subdue  the  demons'  power. 

From  homes  of  grief  and  sighing, 

That  sabbath  evening  came 
The  sick,  the  crazed,  the  dying, 

Drawn  by  the  mighty  Name. 
Their  woes  and  sorrows  feeling, 

He  rent  their    heavy  chains; 
His  gracious  power  of  healing 

Brought  joys  for  all  their  pains. 

When  shadows  o'er  us  falling, 
And  hearts  are  troubled  sore, 


SOXGS    FOE    ALL    8EA80N8.  59 

He  hears  the  burdened  calling, 
His  words  the  soul  restore. 

O  Healer,  great  and  tender! 
O  Saviour,  throned  above! 

Strong  Leader  and  defender, 

We  trust  thy  matchless  love.  u«2 
*•+ 

[FEB.  28.]     While  they  are  yet  speaking  I  will  hear.    ISA.  lxv.  24. 
Ask  and  ye  shall  receive,  that  your  joy  may  be  fulfilled.  John  xvi.  24. 

SOCIAL   PRAYER. 

Dear  Saviour!  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
To  bring  thy  blessing  from  above ; 

Out-  faith  upon  thy  promise  stay, 

And  fill  our  souls  with  peace  and  love. 

Oh,  grant  to  us  the  Spirit's  power, 

Uplift  our  hearts  with  thine  to  blend, 

That  we  may  share,  this  sacred  hour, 

A  heavenly  joy  that  ne'er  shall  end.       i838 

«♦> 

[Feb.  29.]    By  my  spirit,  saith  the  Lord  of  hosts.    ZECH.iv.6. 
Put  on  the  whole  armor  of  God.    Eph.  vi.  11. 

EQUIPMENT. 

Breathe  upon  us,  Holy  Spirit, 
Permeate  our  souls  with  light; 

Let  us  life  from  thee  inherit, 

Clothed  with  resurrection  might. 

In  thy  pure  and  ample  showers 
Bathe  the  hosts  that  hesitate; 

Energize  their  dormant  powers 

Till  for  God  they  work  and  wait.        1339 


60  SONGS   FOB  ALL    SEASONS. 

[Mar.  1.]     Who  iorgiveth  all  thine  iniquities ;  who  healeth  all  thy  dis- 
eases.   Ps.  ciii.  3. 
Jesus  seeing  their  faith  saith  unto  the  sick  of  the  palsy,  Son,  thy  sins 

are  forgiven.    Mark  ii.  5. 

RESTORED  AND  FORGIVEN. 

At  home  by  the  lake,  encompassed  by  throngs, 
The  wonderful  Prophet  was  eagerly  sought. 

The  healed  had  proclaimed  him  in  jubilant  songs, 
And  still  to  his  feet  were  the  suffering  brought. 

How  sweet  were  the  words  that  he  graciously  spoke, 
Unfolding  the  heavenly  kingdom  of  love : 

How  dark  were  the  clouds  that  he  lifted  and  broke, 
How  cheering  the  rays  that  he  flashed  from  above. 

No  room  in  the  dwelling,  vast  crowds  at  the  door, 
"With  eagerness  pressing  the  message  to  hear : 

A  prone  paralytic,  borne  thither  by  four, 

Would  fain  to  the  Miracle-worker  draw  near. 

All  helpless  they  take  him,  the  house-top  ascend, 
And  over  the  head  of  the  Master  below, 

The  roof  intervening  they  hasten  to  rend, 

And  gently  let  down  their  sad  burden  of  woe. 

'T  was  marvelous  faith !    He  beheld  it  and  said, 
Thy  sins  are  forgiven,  rise  up  and  depart : 

T  was  full  restoration !  and  grasping  his  bed 
He  bounded  away  in  what  gladness  of  heart ! 

Dear  pitying  Healer,  still  mighty  to  save, 

And  waiting  for  faith  the  poor  helpless  to  bring: 

Come,  come,  ye  sin-smitten,  recovery  crave — 
Restored  and  forgiven — then  evermore  sing !   1^2 


SOXGS   FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  61 

[Mar.  2. J     Another  shall  subscribe  with  his  hand  unto  the  Lord.— 
ISA.xliv.  5. 
He  stretched  it  forth  :  and  his  hand  was  restored.    Mark  iii.  5. 

THE  WITHERED  HAND. 

Sox  of  man  and  Son  of  God, 
While  our  sinful  earth  he  trod, 
Precious  gifts  diffused  abroad. 

Words  of  truth  and  life  he  spoke, 
Bonds  of  sin  and  Satan  broke, 
Healed  the  sick,  the  dead  awoke. 

See  him  with  a  sweet  command, 
Bid  the  man  with  shriveled  hand, 
Forth  before  the  crowd  to  stand. 

Once  a  Hmb  of  strength  and  pride, 
Now  of  vital  force  denied, 
Hangs  how  helpless  at  his  side. 

Past  all  earthly  aid  or  cure, 
Pain  and  weakness  to  endure, 
Seems  till  death  his  burden  sure. 

Ah,  that  voice  of  sweet  command, 
Like  a  note  from  heaven's  own  land, 
Thrills  his  soul:  Stretch  forth  thy  hand! 

Instantly,  as  he  obeyed, 

Christ  the  needed  strength  conveyed, 

"Whole  the  withered  arm  was  made. 

Heed  the  lesson,  souls  in  sin, 

Would  you  life  eternal  win'? 

See  the  gate,  and  enter  in.  1882 


62  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Mar.  3.]     I  took  twelve  men  of  vou,  one  man  for  every  tribe.    Deut. 

i.  23. 

He  continued  all  night  in  prayer  to  God.   And  when  it  was  day,  ho 
called  his  disciples  :  and  he  chose  from  them  twelve.   Luke  vi.  2, 13. 

JESUS  AND  HIS  CHOSEN. 

From  all  the  regions  round, 
Crowds  came  to  Christ  and  found 

His  mighty  will 
Subdued  their  mortal  foes, 
Availed  for  all  their  woes, 
And  gave  them  glad  repose 

From  torturing  ill. 

Ah,  thus  how  much  he  bore, 
What  burdens  great  and  sore, 

What  weary  grief! 
For  rest,  so  long  denied, 
He  left  the  water  side, 
And  o'er  the  upland  wide 

Sought  sweet  relief. 

Lone,  on  the  mountain's  brow, 
The  still  hours  saw  him  now 

All  through  the  night: 
A  new  work  on  him  weighed, 
Whose  vastness  was  surveyed, 
As  peacefully  he  prayed 

Till  morning  light. 

Joy  fills  his  sacred  soul, 
As  here  he  calls  the  roll 

Of  chosen  friends, 
Who  to  their  Lord  shall  cling, 


SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  63 

Go  forth  and  trophies  bring. 
Till  earth  before  her  King 
In  reverence  bends. 

"We  have  our  burdens  too, 
Our  work  assigned  to  do, 

Our  night  of  prayer: 
Oh,  chosen  of  the  Lord, 
For  service  and  reward, 
Can  any  task  be  hard 

Under  his  care?  1882 
<♦♦ 

[Mar.  4.]     The  Lord  bless  thee,  and  keep  thee  : 
The  Lord  make  his  face  to  shine  upon  thee,  and  be  gracious  unto  thee  : 
The  Lord  lift  up  his  countenance  upon  thee,  and  give  thee  peace. — 

Num.  vi.  24-26. 
Peace  I  leave  with  you  :  my  peace  I  give  unto  you.    John  xiv.  27. 

A  BENEDICTION. 

The  Lord  his  blessing  give  to  thee, 
For  none  can  richly  bless  as  he; 
And  always  thee  in  safety  keep, 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep. 

The  Lord's  dear  face  upon  thee  shine, 
niunie  thy  way  with  smiles  benign; 
And  through  all  scenes  of  joy  or  ill, 
Be  kindly  gracious  to  thee  still. 

The  Lord  lift  up  his  countenance 
On  thee,  in  sweet  approving  glance; 
And  give  to  thee  till  life  shall  cease 
Abundance  of  his  blessed  peace.  i889 


64  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Mar.  5.]    I  will  put  a  new  spirit  within  you.    Ezek.  xi.  19. 
The  kingdom  of  God  is  within  you.    Luke  xvii.  21. 

THE  KINGDOM  WITHIN. 

Wondrous  is  the  new  creation, 

Here  in  mortal  lives  begun; 
Dawn  of  light,  an  emanation 

From  the  glorious  central  Sun. 
See  it  rise,  the  darkness  fleeing, 

As  it  holds  its  upward  way, 
Till  the  Heaven-illumined  being 

Shines  serene  in  perfect  day. 

Like  the  grain  the  human  sower 

Casts  with  faith  in  mellow  earth, 
Jesus,  truth's  divine  bestower, 

Gives  to  souls  immortal  birth. 
Now  the  tender  blade  appearing, 

Then  the  ear,  the  ripened  corn, 
Ay,  the  harvest,  full  and  cheering, 

In  the  coming  cloudless  morn. 

Oft  how  small  this  life's  beginning, 

Like  the  seed  we  scarcely  see; 
Up  it  springs,  a  grandeur  winning, 

As  a  fair  and  stately  tree. 
Rarest  birds,  the  branches  filling, 

Sing  all  day,  nor  cease  at  night; 
Blessed  music,  spirit-thriUing, 

Foretaste  of  the  songs  of  light. 

With  this  life  forever  bless  me, 
Let  it  all  my  nature  claim, 
In  thy  fullness,  Lord,  possess  me, 


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On  my  soul  inscribe  thy  name  ; 
Let  the  light,  the  word,  the  gladness, 

Grow  within  me,  ne'er  depart; 
Shine  away  all  sin  and  sadness, 

Build  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart.  1882 


[Mar.  6.]    My  beloved  is  mine,  and  I  am  his.    Cant.  ii.  16. 

Whosoever  shall  do  the  will  of  God,  the  same  is  my  brother,  and 
sister,  and  mother.    Mark  iii.  35. 

KINSHIP  WITH  CHRIST. 

How  eich  the  tenderness  and  grace, 
Shown  in  the  Saviour  s  loving  care ; 

Deep  in  his  heart  he  gives  us  place, 

And  owns  the  tie  that  binds  us  there. 

What  high  relationship  is  mine, 

If  to  the  Father's  will  I  bow ; 
How  wonderful  the  truth  divine, 

That  names  me  Jesus'  brother  now ! 

Christ's  love  and  sympathy  so  kind 
Brings  gentle,  trusting  spirits  near : 

Sweet  soul,  if  in  that  love  enshrined, 
Thou  art  his  precious  sister  dear. 

And  ye  that  serve  through  many  cares, 
Oft  suffering  much  with  scant  reward, 

Think  who  your  every  burden  shares, 
And  calls  you  mothers  of  the  Lord ! 

Oh,  what  the  pride  of  earthly  fame, 

The  rank  from  royal  blood  that  springs  ? 

We  bear  a  far  more  glorious  name, 

A  kinship  with  the  King  of  kings !         i£82 


66  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Mar.  7.]    He  hath  sent  me  to  bind  up  the  brokenhearted,  to  proclaim 

liberty  to  the  captives.    ISA.  lxi.  1. 

Tell  them  how  great  things  the  Lord  hath  done  for  thee,  and  how 
he  had  mercy  on  thee.    Mark  v.  19. 

THE  SAVED  DEMONIAC. 

Where,  mid  rock  bluffs  and  gaping  tombs, 
The  wild  demoniac  made  his  lair, 
In  raging  madness  and  despair, 

The  Prince  of  peace  with  blessing  comes : 
'Tis  he  who  bid  the  sea  be  calm, 
Brings  to  this  soul  a  healing  balm. 

At  his  command  the  Legion  foe 

Eeleased  his  prey,  tormented  long ; 
The  Stronger  now  had  bound  the  strong, 

And  made  the  captive  freedom  know. 
To  him,  so  wondrously  redeemed, 
At  Jesus'  feet  a  heaven  seemed. 

"What  selfish  souls  that  bade  the  Lord, 

Who  in  great  mercy  wrought  the  change, 
And  waited  still  for  wider  range, 

Depart  and  leave  no  other  word. 

Oh,  fearful,  when  the  boon' s  so  nigh, 
To  thrust  it  hence,  and  hopeless  die! 

The  ransomed  would  to  Jesus  cling, 
Go  with  him  o'er  Gennesaret's  tide, 
Linger  most  grateful  at  his  side, 

And  never  cease  his  praise  to  sing. 
How  can  he  see  his  soul's  delight 
Float  from  the  shore  and  fade  from  sight ! 


SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASOXS.  67 

With  loving  look  and  tender  tone : 
"Go  to  thy  home,  let  kindred  see 
The  work  thy  Lord  hath  done  for  thee, 

And  they  this  marvel  great  shall  own ; 
And  so  thy  Master  still  will  stay 
With  thee  and  them,  though  sent  away/' 

Oh,  blessed  task,  this  grace  to  tell, 
To  publish  far  in  mercy's  hour 
The  matchless  love,  the  mighty  power, 

That  saves  from  Satan  and  from  hell. 
Go  forth,  ye  rescued,  and  proclaim 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name.  i882 


[MAR.  8.]     I  will  be  as  the  dew  unto  Israel.    Hos.  xiv.  5. 

Ye  have  heard  of  the  patience  of  Job,  and  have  seen  the  end  of  the 
Lord,  how  that  the  Lord  is  full  of  pity,  and  merciful.    Jas.  v.  11. 

DIVINE   GOODNESS. 

Father!   the  nations  saw  and  knew 
Thou  wast  to  Israel  as  the  dew; 
Thy  tender  love  and  kindly  care 
Were  benedictions  everywhere. 
Through  all  the  years  thou  art  the  same, 
Thy  people  know  and  trust  thy  name. 

Longsuffering  still,  wrath  laid  aside, 

Dear  Lord,  thou  dost  not  always  chide; 

As  heaven  o'er  earth  is  high  above, 

So  great  thy  mercy,  rich  thy  love ; 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 

Are  our  transgressions  from  us  cast.         i88o 


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[3Iar.  9.]    He  shall  save  the  children  of  the  needy.    Ps.  lxxii.  4. 

He,  taking  her  by  the  hand,  called,  saying,  Maiden,  arise.   And  her 
spirit  returned,  and  she  rose  up  immediately.    Luke  viii.  54, 55. 

JAIRUS  S  DAUGHTER. 

How  sad  the  sound  to  anxious  ears, 

The  child  is  dead! 
But  Jesus  quells  the  dreadful  fears: 

By  faith  be  led. 

The j  near  the  home — the  wail  is  wild 

The  mourners  make. 
Why  all  this  tumult,  when  the  child 

But  sleeps  to  wake? 

They  laugh  to  scorn,  as  forth  he  sends 

The  heartless  throng. 
The  mourners  true,  the  chosen  friends, 

He  leads  along. 

The  silent  chamber  holds  them  now: 

How  still  is  death! 
The  pallid  seal  is  on  that  brow — 

Hushed  the  last  breath. 

For  breaking  hearts  is  there  surprise? 

Her  hand  he  takes: 
Talitha  cumi — Dear  one,  rise! — 

She  moves,  she  wakes! 

At  once  she  rose  in  health's  full  glow, 

And  walked  apace: 
Parental  hearts  in  love's  o'erflow 

Their  child  embrace. 


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O  Son  of  God!    this  work  of  thine 

My  faith  shall  keep: 
Death  is  not  death — thy  voice  divine 

Shall  break  its  sleep!  1882 
♦♦* 

[Mar.  10.]    A  bruised  reed  shall  he  not  break,  and  the  smoking  flax 

shall  he  not  quench.    Isa.  xlii.  3. 

Is  not  this  the  carpenter's  son?  is  not  his  mother  called  Mary? — 
Matt.  xiii.  55. 

MEEK  AND  LOWLY. 

Jesus!  God's  dear  and  only  Son 
Ere  earth  was  formed  or  time  begun: 
For  us  he  left  his  home  on  high, 
And  laid  his  throne  and  glory  by. 

Among  the  lowly  see  him  move, 
His  heart  all  tenderness  and  love; 
The  child,  the  youth,  the  man  of  care, 
He  comes  their  lot  and  toil  to  share. 

Dear  Son  of  Mary,  King  of  kings! 
Treasures  of  peace  and  joy  he  brings; 
Salvation's  gift  for  every  soul, 
With  power  to  make  the  dying  whole. 

His  gracious  words  of  truth  and  light 
Would  banish  woe  and  heavy  night; 
His  kindly  help,  his  mighty  deeds, 
Believe  at  once  the  deepest  needs. 

Each  choice  he  notes  and,  filled  with  grief, 
He  marvels  at  their  unbelief 
Who  spurn  the  grace  and  gift  of  God, 
While  ways  of  sin  and  death  are  trod.     i882 


70  SOJSTGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Mar.  11.]  His  violence  shall  come  down  upon  his  own  pate.  Ps.vii.  16. 
Herod,  when  he  heard  thereof,  said,  John,  whom  I  beheaded,  he  is 
risen.     M'rk  vi.  16. 

HEROD'S  CONSCIENCE. 

By  sea  side  and  mountain,  wherever  he  trod, 
The  works  of  the  Saviour  revealed  him  as  God, 
And  published  his  fame  to  the  people  abroad. 

To  the  palace  of  Herod  these  wonders  have  sped ; 
They  recall  what  a  horror  that  never  has  fled, 
Since  he  gave  to  Salome  the  Forerunner's  head! 

The  birth-feast  with  nobles  revisits  his  glance, 
The  oath  to  the  damsel,  bewitched  by  her  dance, 
The  mother's  revenge  as  she  seizes  her  chance. 

His  conscience  awakes — it  can  never  expire ; 
Of  guilt  it  accuses,  and  flashes  fierce  ire, 
While  whelming  his  soul  like  a  torrent  of  fire ! 

It  wrings  the  confession :  * '  These  marvels  of  might 
Are  works  of  the  prophet  I  murdered  that  night ; 
He 's  risen  again  and  walks  forth  in  the  light. 

I  knew  he  was  right  as  my  vices  he  named ; 
I  knew  I  was  wrong  as  excuses  I  framed ; 
I  felt  all  the  truth  he  so  boldly  proclaimed. 

This  John  I  beheaded — most  royal  of  men ; 
His  pale,  bleeding  face — I  behold  it  as  then ; 
He  comes  from  the  dead  to  confront  me  again! " 

Ah,  mortal,  beware !  for  the  truth  you  despise, 

The  good  you  discarded  for  folly  or  lies, 

Will  flash  on  your  soul  as  in  future  they  rise !     1^2 


JSOXGS  FOB  ALL  REASONS.  71 

[Mar.  12.]    They  that  sow  in  tears  shall  reap  in  joy.    Fs.  cxxvi.  5. 

Those  are  they  that  were  sown  upon  the  good  ground;  such  as  hear 
the  word  and  accept  it.    M'kk  iv.  20. 

SOWER  AND  HARVEST. 

O  Lord,  thy  blessed  word 

To  countless  souls  is  taught, 
And  where  its  truth  is  heard, 
Salvation  free  is  brought. 
As  rain  and  snow  descend  from  heaven, 
This  gospel  grace  to  men  is  given. 

While  sowers  cast  the  seed 
Upon  the  favored  ground, 
If  sinners  felt  their  need, 

"What  harvests,  would  be  found ! 
In  hearts  long  dead  new  life  would  spring, 
And  peace  and  joy  with  pardon  bring. 

The  quickening  Spirit  warns 

Against  each  hindering  foe — 
The  birds,  the  rocks,  the  thorns — 
Lest  fruits  should  fail  to  grow, 
And  toil  and  blood  of  priceless  cost 
On  souls  of  sordid  care  be  lost. 

O  Sower,  blest,  divine! 

My  heart  the  good  ground  be, 
"Where  every  word  of  thine 

Shall  something  yield  for  thee — 
A  hundredfold  in  works  of  love, 
A  hundredfold  in  wealth  above.  1882 


72 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 


[Mar.  13.]    He  shall  feed  his  flock  like  a  shepherd.    Isa.  xl.  11. 

They  that  did  eat  were  about  five  thousand  men,  beside  women  and 
children.    Matt.  xiv.  21. 

FEEDING  THE  MULTITUDE, 

Ten  thousand  souls  were  feeding 

On  truth  and  love  divine, 
Till  bread  the  crowds  were  needing, 

As  day  was  toward  decline. 
To  meet  their  urgent  wishes, 

The  present  scanty  fare — 
Five  barley  loaves,  two  fishes — 

Would  count  as  little  there. 

Christ,  pitiful  and  tender, 

Said,  Give  ye  them  to  eat, 
Let  faith  time  service  render, 

And  see  its  aim  complete. 
Mysterious  is  the  blending 

Of  human  and  divine — 
"We  act,  but  in  the  ending, 

The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine. 

Along  Bethsaida's  border, 

On  verdant  lawn  arrayed, 
To  all  the  ranks  in  order, 

The  food  is  soon  conveyed. 
As  Jesus  gives  his  blessing, 

The  loaves  are  multiplied, 
His  wonder-work  confessing, 

Till  all  are  satisfied. 

O  Shepherd!   for  us  dying, 
Compassionate  as  then, 


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AYhat  starving  souls  are  sighing 

To  know  thy  gifts  for  men! 
Intrusted  with  these  treasures, 

AYhile  almoners  we  live, 
Bless  and  increase  the  measures 

As  we  thy  bounty  give.  1882 


[Mar.  14.1    This  people  .  .with  their  lips  do  honor  me,  but  have  re- 
moved their  heart  far  from  me.    Is.v.  xxix.  13. 
But  Christ  is  all,  and  in  all.    Col.  iii.  11. 

CHRIST-NOT  TRADITION. 

Forms  are  a  broken  reed, 

Fails  .every  human  rite ; 
No  wayside  fount  can  meet  my  need, 

Or  wash  my  spirit  white. 

O  Lord  of  life  divine, 

Thyself  my  being  craves ; 
No  sacrifice  avails  but  thine — 

Thy  blood  redeeming  saves. 

This  cleanses  me  from  sin, 

Appeals  to  God  above ; 
My  soul  is  purified  within, 

And  filled  with  peace  and  love. 
No  more  is  self  my  stay, 

Thy  truth  has  made  me  free ; 
How  blessed  is  salvation's  way, 

O  Jesus,  taught  by  thee ! 
To  worship  thee,  my  Lord, 

E'er  follow  thy  dear  feet, 
Rest  wholly  on  thy  precious  Word — 

Ah,  this  is  joy  complete.  iss2 


74  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[MAB.  15.]     A  little  child  shall  lead  them.    Isa  xi.  6. 
He  took  a  little  child  and  set  him  in  the  midst  of  them.    Mk.  ix.  36. 

THE  CHILD   LESSON. 

Sweet  the  scene  in  Galilee, 
"When,  at  home  beside  the  Sea, 
To  his  own  the  Master  turns, 
And  their  inmost  thought  discerns. 

They  disputed  by  the  way 
Of  the  kingdom's  outward  sway, 
Who  should  high  in  honor  stand, 
Greatest  mid  the  favored  band. 

Ah!  not  thus,  proclaims  the  Lord, 
Comes  position  or  reward: 
First  is  he  among  the  blest, 
Who  shall  humbly  serve  the  rest. 

Jesus  then  before  them  brings 
A  sweet  child  that  to  him  clings, 
Whom  in  loving  arms  he  takes, 
Emblem  of  his  kingdom  makes. 

"WTio  for  me,  in  spirit  mild, 
Welcomes  such  a  little  child, 
Me  receives  and  God  above, 
Crowned  at  last  through  toil  and  love. " 

Oh!  to  rest  in  Jesus'  arms, 

There  to  find  immortal  charms: 

Who  his  humble  service  bear 

Shall  his  throne  of  glory  share.  1882 


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[MAR.  16.]     Then  shalt  thou  walk  in  thy  way  securely.    Puov.  iii.  23. 

Greater  joy  have  I  none  than  this,  to  hear  of  mv  children  walking  in 
the  truth.    3  John  I. 

BEGINNING  TO   WALK. 

Come,  my  darling,  come  to  me, 
Laughing,  crowing  in  your  glee ; 
See,  your  father's  beckoning  arms 
Wait  to  shield  from  hurts  and  harms : 
Ha!  you've  started,  tripping,  running, 
Hands  outstretched,  and  steps  so  cunning. 

Oh,  my  precious  baby  boy, 
Father's  pride  and  mother's  joy, 
Many  charms  in  thee  are  found, 
Many  hopes  in  thee  are  bound, 
Kindest  hands  to  thee  are  proffered, 
Earnest  prayers  for  thee  are  offered. 

All  alone,  my  blessed  child, 
Now  so  winning,  sweet,  and  mild, 
Though  with  crowds,  along  the  way 
Of  life's  opening,  closing  day, 
Thou  must  walk,  thyself  immortal, 
Toward  the  future's  solemn  portal. 

Take  no  evil  path,  my  boy, 

Make  not  bitter  all  our  joy; 

Oh,  may  every  step  of  thine 

Guided  be  by  love  divine : 
Walk  alone  the  path  of  duty — 
Path  of  safety  and  of  beauty. 


76  SONGS  FOB  ALL    SEASONS. 

Then  thy  faithful  feet  at  last, 
When  this  earthly  scene  is  past, 
Shall,  within  the  heavenly  gate, 
Walk,  with  highest  joy  elate, 
On  the  banks  of  Life's  pure  river, 
Bright  with  glories  fading  never.  1355 
f^ 

[Mar.  17.]    When  thou  passest  through  the  waters  I  will  be  with 
thee.    Isa.  xliii.  2. 
He  cometh  unto  them,  walking  on  the  sea.    Mark  vi.  48. 

CHRIST  ON  THE  WAVES. 

If  on  some  stormy  flood  we  go, 

As  fades  the  sunset  ray, 
From  yonder  mount,  'tis  sweet  to  know, 
As  threatening  billows  round  us  flow, 

That  Jesus  sees  our  way. 

If  gloom  appalls  while  surges  rave, 

And  struggles  vain  appear, 
Ah!  then,  as  needed  help  we  crave, 
He  treads  sublime  the  darkling  wave — 

The  mighty  Saviour  near. 

Why  tremble  at  the  wondrous  sight? 

'Tis  Jesus  whom  we  know; 
He  comes  to  guide  us  through  the  night, 
To  scenes  of  peace  and  rapt  delight, 

Beyond  all  present  woe. 

In  blinding  grief  and  boding  fear, 

As  doubts  the  soul  invade, 
How  sweet  that  Voice,  so  calm  and  clear, 


SONGS   FOR    ALL    SEASONS.  77 

So  fraught  with  hope  and  joyous  cheer , 
"'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid." 

Welcome,  dear  Lord!    O  Saviour  blest, 

Come  to  these  weary  hearts; 
Thy  words  the  raging  winds  arrest, 
Thy  presence  soothes  each  troubled  breast, 

And  life  and  strength  imparts. 

How  safe  the  voyage  with  Christ  along! 

How  bright  the  beckoning  shore! — 
The  home  of  rest,  the  land  of  song, 
The  palms,  the  crowns,  the  ransomed  throng, 

The  Lord  whom  we  adore!  1882 


[Mar.  18.]    Anointed  to  preach  good  tidings  unto  the  meek.    Isa. 
lxi.  1. 
The  common  people  heard  him  gladly.    Mark  xii.  37. 

CHRIST'S  PREACHING. 

The  people  heard  the  Saviour  gladly, 

His  Gospel  was  so  sweet; 
Their  grievous  burdens,  borne  so  sadly, 

Fell  off  at  his  dear  feet. 

His  gracious  message  of  salvation, 

As  morning  to  the  night, 
Disclosed  a  new  and  blest  creation — 

A  world  of  life  and  light. 

O  Jesus!  mortal  man  hath  never 

Spoken  God's  love  like  thee: 
To  humbly  trusting  souls  thou  It  ever 

Speak  peace  and  pardon  free.  ig89 


78  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Mar.  19.]    The  tongue  of  the  dumb  shall  sing.    Isa.  xxxv.  6. 

He  sighed  and  saith  unto  him,  Ephphatha,  that  is,  Be  opened.    Miv 
vii.  34. 

EPHPHATHA. 

This  is  the  very  word 

The  mighty  Master  spoke; 
The  deaf  the  mandate  heard, 
The  dumb  his  silence  broke; 
The  opened  ears  drank  in  the  sound; 
Praise  moved  the  tongue  at  once  unbound. 

Ah!  sad  and  lonely  state — 

No  voice  of  friend  to  hear, 
While  mute  the  soul  must  wait 
Mid  scenes  of  social  cheer; 
The  sun  of  life  in  dim  eclipse, 
No  music's  tone  on  ear  or  lips. 

"Be  opened!"     Oh,  what  bliss 
The  wakened  spirit  thrills, 
As  rapture  such  as  this 
The  ransomed  senses  fills! 
It  never  dreamed  such  joy  to  know, 
Such  sweet  release  from  helpless  woe. 

But  duller  ears  are  found 

To  sweeter  music  sealed; 
The  Gospel's  blessed  sound 
In  vain  for  them  is  pealed; 
They  will  not  list  the  voice  from  heaven, 
That  speaks  of   Christ  and  sins  forgiven. 

And  palsied  tongues  there  are, 
By  sin  enslaved,  and  weak, 


SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  79 

That  raise  to  God  no  prayer, 
Nor  love  of  Jesus  speak; 
No  soul-uplifting  song  is  sung — 
Ah,  what  a  bondage  chains  the  tongue! 

"Be  opened!'1    Lord,  that  word 

To  deadened  spirits  ring! 

"What  wonders  will  be  heard, 

"What  music  it  shall  bring! 

And  tongues  unloosed  will  speak  abroad 

The  grace  and  glory  of  our  God. 

Ye  whom  the  Lord  has  freed, 

And  made  each  sense  rejoice, 
Bid  souls  in  dying  need 
To  hear  his  saving  voice, 
That  they  may  know  and  gladly  tell 
How  Jesus  doeth  all  things  well.  1882 
t+t 

[Mar.  20.]     There  are  many  devices  in  a  man's  heart;  but  the  coun- 
sel of  the  Lord,  that  shall  stand.    Prov.  xix.  21. 
The  word  of  God,  which  liveth  and  abideth.    1  Pet.  i.  23. 

DIVINE  TRUTH. 

Behold,  along  the  track  of  years  gone  by, 
The  scattered  wrecks  of  faithless  theories  he ; 
Like  Jonah's  gourd  they  nourished  for  a  day, 
Felt  the  keen  edge  of  truth  and  passed  away. 

The  ages  roll,  and  grander  grows  the  truth, 
Its  birth  divine,  its  life  immortal  youth ; 
Its  reign  is  certain  as  its  Lord  sublime, 
Desire  of  Nations  to  the  end  of  Time !  i873 


80  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Mar.  21. J    The  Lord  openeth  the  eyes  of  the  blind.    Ps.  cxlvi.  8. 

They  bring  to  him  a  blind  man,  and  beseech  him  to  touch  him. — 
Mark  vlii.  22. 

THE  BLIND  RESTORED. 

Dark  is  the  world  to  sightless  eyes ; 
No  sunlit  day  or  star-gemmed  skies, 

No  garden,  field,  or  streamlet  there, 
No  summer  blooms  or  autumn  dyes, 

No  lovely  vale  or  mountain  rare, 

No  form  of  friend  or  visage  fair. 

The  Lord  of  life,  so  sweet  and  kind, 
Leads  gently  forth  the  lonely  blind — 

Oh,  to  be  led  by  such  a  Hand, 
Its  touch  to  feel,  its  power  to  find! — 

He  hears  the  soft  yet  strong  command, 
And  men  as  trees  before  him  stand. 

Sight  he  receives,  but  naught  is  plain, 
The  Master  touched  his  eyes  again ; 

He  looks  abroad  and  sees  how  bright 
The  blooming  land,  the  sparkling  main : 
Broken  the  long  and  weary  night, 
"With  joy  he  hails  the  day's  full  light ! 

O  blessed  Saviour!  thou  dost  find 
Our  souls  by  nature  dark  and  blind, 

And  straying  far  from  light  and  thee. 
To  visit  us,  how  gracious,  kind ; 
To  touch  our  eyes  and  bid  us  see, 
What  wondrous  love,  how  rich  and  free ! 

Our  sight,  dear  Lord,  is  often  dim, 
Narrow  our  low  horizon's  rim  ; 


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We  crave  a  higher,  clearer  scope, 
A  vision  like  the  seraphim, 

A  view  of  things  for  which  we  hope : 
Touch  our  dull  eyes,  and  they  shall  ope ! 

How  many  souls  in  sin's  dread  night 
Know  not  thou  art  the  world's  true  Light ; 

Help  us  to  bring  them,  Lord,  to  thee, 
That  thou  mayst  touch  and  give  them  sight : 

Oh,  glorious  change !  from  blindness  free, 

The  loving  Christ  to  know  and  see !  i8s2 
1+» 

[Mar.  22.]    I  wholly  followed  the  Lord  my  God.    Jos.  xiv.  8. 

If  any  man  would  come  alter  me,  let  him  deny  himself,  and  take 
up  his  cross,  and  follow  me.    MATT.  xvi.  24. 

FOLLOWING  CHRIST. 

Saviour,  I  would  ever  hear  thee, 
Trace  thy  footsteps  and  be  near  thee, 

Bear  whatever  cross: 
Make  of  self  complete  denial, 
Firmly  stand  in  every  trial, 

Be  it  gain  or  loss. 

Souls  but  devotees  of  pleasure 
Sacrifice  the  noblest  treasure, 

Bartering  life  away. 
Who  for  Christ  this  vain  world  losing 
Are  celestial  riches  choosing, 

Life  and  endless  day. 

"When  the  mortal  vale  descending, 
"Where  all  human  scenes  are  ending, 
Be  the  world  attained, 


82  SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEAJSOXS. 

What  would  all  its  wealth  avail  me, 
Just  as  life  itself  should  fail  me? 

What  the  profit  gained? 
"When  the  soul,  repenting  never, 
Finds  redemption  cease  forever, 

Can  exchange  be  given? 
O'er  the  bound  of  man's  probation, 
Passed  the  liinit  of  salvation, 

Lost  both  earth  and  heaven! 

Not  ashamed,  but  thee  confessing, 

Lord,  I  would  thy  grace  possessing, 

Live  to  thee  alone; 

So,  when  thou  shalt  come  in  glory, 

I  may  sing  thy  love's  sweet  story, 

Safe  among  thine  own.  1882 
*♦♦ 

[Mar.  23.]    Mine  eye  poureth  out  tears  unto  God.    job  xvi.  20. 
Jesus  wept.    John  xi.  35. 

DID  JESUS  WEEP  FOR  ME? 

Did  Jesus  weep  for  me? 

And  sigh  o'er  sinners  here?  — 
My  soul  that  weeping  Saviour  see, 

And  shed  thyself  a  tear. 

Did  Jesus  pray  for  me? 

For  such  a  wanderer  care? — 
My  heart  subdued  and  broken  be, 

And  drawn  to  him  in  prayer. 
Did  Jesus  die  for  me? 

Oh,  depth  of  love  divine! — 
I  die  to  sin — I  '11  live  to  thee  ; 

0  Saviour,  make  me  thine!  isss 


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[Mar.  24.]    I  have  trodden  the  winepress  alone.    Isa.  lxiii.  3. 

Over  the  brook  Kidron,  where  was  a  garden,  into  which  he  entered. 
John  xviii.  I. 

IN   GETHSEMANE. 

One  day,  to  memory  dear,  I  knelt 

In  lone  Gethsemane, 
On  the  same  ground  where  Jesus  felt 

What  none  could  feel  but  he. 

"While  praying*  there  it  truly  seemed 

The  Lord  himself  is  here; 
I  scarce  before  had  thought  or  dreamed 

That  he  could  be  so  near. 

Among  those  great  old  olive  trees 

A  low  wind  faintly  moans; 
'Twas  Jesus'  prayers  upon  the  breeze, 

With  agonizing  groans. 

I  note  the  soft  dew  still  appears 

On  rose-leaves  lingering  yet ; 
The  pearly  drops  were  Jesus'  tears 

That  this  sad  garden  wet. 

The  crimson  flower  and  scarlet  bud 

Are  blooming  sweetly  round ; 
Ah!   they  are  those  great  drops  of  blood 

Once  falling  to  the  ground. 

I  see  that  dark  and  awful  hour, 

The  cup  received  as  given, 
The  deathly  strife,  the  Conqueror's  power, 

The  angel  help  from  heaven. 

While  direful  hues  my  sin  assumes, 
My  soul  condemned  and  lost, 


84  SOXGS   FOB  ALL    SEASONS. 

The  way  of  life  that  scene  illumes, 
And  shows  the  ransom  cost. 

Gethsemane.  thy  hallowed  shade, 

Thy  tender  memories  dear, 
That  day  of  days,  can  never  fade, 

And  Jesus  still  is  near.  1882 


[Mar.  25. J     Call  ye  upon  him  while  he  is  near.    Isa.1v.  6. 
Thou  art  not  far  from  the  kingdom  of  God.    Mark  xii.  34. 

THE  KINGDOM  NEAR. 

Xot  far  from  the  kingdom — so  near  to  the  gate 
"Where  pardon  and  hope  for  the  penitent  wait, 
Where  life  from  the  dead  and  salvation  from  sin 
Are  blessings  made  certain  by  entering  in. 
That  kingdom  all  glorious  is  not  of  this  clime, 
Its  realm  is  celestial,  immortal,  sublime  ; 
Its  subjects  are  angels,  the  sinless  and  just, 
And  all  who  make  Jesus  their  Saviour  and  trust. 

The  truth  and  the  SjDirit  bring  multitudes  near, 
The  call  of  its  King  in  the  gospel  they  hear, 
A  glimpse  of  its  beauty  is  flashed  on  their  sight 
While  thinking  of  loved  ones  now  saints  in  its  light. 

What  glories  are  thine,  blessed  kingdom  of  heaven! 
What  radiant  crowns  to  the  saved  shall  be  given, 
Wliat  rivers  of  pleasure  shall  flow  thro'  their  souls, 
What  raptures  of  bliss  while  eternity  rolls  ! 
O  kingdom  of  Jesus !  shall  mortals  come  nigh, 
And  stop  at  the  threshold,  and  linger  and  die  ? 
Stand  close  to  the  Ark  with  its  beckoning  door, 
And  wait  till  it  closes,  and  hope  comes  no  more     \$&o 


SOXGS   FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  85 

[MAR.  26.]     The  angels  of  God  met  him.    And  Jacob  said  when  he 
BftW  them,  This  is  God's  ho>t.     GEN.  xxxii.  1,2, 

In  the  resurrection  they  neither  marry  nor  are  given  in  marriage, 
but  are  as  angels  in  heaven.    Matt.  xxii.  30. 

AS  THE  ANGELS. 

As  the  angels — blessed  story! 

Holy,  like  their  loving  Lord, 
Saints  shall  be  when  raised  to  glory, 

Sharing  in  their  rich  reward; 
Safe  within  the  pearly  portal, 

Free  from  shadowing  cloud  or  night, 
Dwellers  in  the  land  immortal, 

Peace  and  joy  their  full  delight. 

As  the  angels — life's  fruition! 

Messengers  of  Love  divine, 
Trusted  with  a  glorious  mission, 

Serving  still  in  deeds  benign ; 
To  the  loved  of  earth  descending, 

All  unseen  but  sweetly  nigh, 
Guardian  helpers,  souls  befriending, 

Waiting  for  their  call  on  high. 

As  the  angels — Jesus  praising 

For  his  victories  of  grace, 
Filled  with  rapture  deep,  amazing, 

As  they  see  him  face  to  face! 
Blessed  home  of  rest  supernal, 

No  more  sorrow,  death,  or  sin; 
Oh,  the  bliss  of  Life  Eternal! 

Oh,  the  joy  of  entering  in !  ig82 


86  SONGS  FOE  ALL   SEASONS. 

[Mar.  27.]    Tabor  and  Hormon  rejoice  in  thy  name.    Ps.  lxxxix.  12. 
And  he  was  transfigured  beiore  them.    Matt.  xvii.  2. 

MOUNT  TABOR. 

A  high  mountain  apart,  that  adorns  Galilee, 
Speaks  sweetly  of  Jesus  and  heaven  to  me. 
To  climb  the  steep  sides  of  dear  Tabor  I  love, 
And  think  of  the  glory  that  hovered  above. 

'Tis  not  that  the  Lake  of  Gennesareth  fair, 
Enraptured  I  see  from  the  high  summit  there, 
Nor  landscapes  enchanting  on  every  hand  met — 
Views  sacred  and  lovely  I  ne'er  can  forget. 

Not  Jordan's  deep  vale,  nor  Megiddo's  so  green, 
Nor  Hermon,  Gilboa,  and  Carmel,  there  seen; 
Not  Bashan's  dark  wall  with  the  light  on  its  crest, 
Nor  the  Great  Sea  of  blue  in  soft  beauty  at  rest. 
These  all,  with  their  memories  tender  or  sad, 
Rush  into  my  spirit  so  buoyant  and  glad ; 
But  the  Transfiguration  of  Jesus  sublime 
Is  the  glory  transcending  all  visions  of  time ! 

His  meek  face  in  prayer  'neath  the  star-dome  of  night 
Is  changed  to  a  brightness  outshining  the  light ; 
His  travel- worn  garments  a  splendor  assumed, 
That  never  the  robes  of  an  angel  illumed. 

Lawgiver  and  Prophet  to  Jesus  draw  nigh, 
In  glorified  forms  flashing  down  from  the  sky, 
And  deep  was  their  converse  of  Calvary  near, 
While  the  favored  exclaim,  '  'It  is  good  to  be  here. " 

In  grandeur  celestial  the  glory-cloud  came, 
Overshadowing  all  with  its  marvelous  flame, 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  87 

And  through  it  the  voice  of  the  Father  broke  clear, 
' 'This  is  my  Beloved,  and  him  shall  ye  hear." 
Ay,  beautiful  Tabor!  thou  speakest  of  heaven, 
Of  the  light  and  the  glory  to  ransomed  ones  given, 
The  King  in  his  beauty,  the  land  that's  afar, 
"When  the  soul  in  that  heaven  shall  shine  as  a  star. 

*+* 1866 

[Mar.  28.]    Believe  in  .  .God, so  shall  ye  be  established.  2Chr.  xx.  20. 
The  fig  tree  which  thou  cursedst  is  withered  away.    Mark  xi.21. 

HAVE  FAITH  IN  GOD. 

Have  faith  in  God!     The  withered  tree 

Forecasts  the  doom  of  vain  pretense; 
Thus  unbelieving  souls  shall  be, 

"When  comes  the  day  of  recompense. 
Have  faith  in  God!    The  house  of  prayer, 

Where  much  offends  his  vision  pure, 
Shall  soon  his  cleansing  process  share, 

And  truth  restored  shall  long  endure. 

Have  faith  in  God!    His  promised  power 

Shall  bid  the  fiercest  foe  be  gone ; 
Fear  not,  but  know  the  darkest  hour 

Precedes  the  near  celestial  dawn. 
Have  faith  in  God!    He  loves  his  own: 

Is  aught  too  hard  for  sovereign  grace? 
Cling  to  his  word,  besiege  his  throne, 

Mountains  shall  shake  and  flee  apace. 
Have  faith  in  God!    Oh,  blessed  day, 

When  faith  shall  reap  its  last  rewards, 
The  gospel  win  its  destined  way, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  be  the  Lord's!     iss2 


88  SOSGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Mar.  29.]     Thou  hast  no  healing  medicines.    Jer.  xxx.  13. 
Jesus  answered  and  said  .  .bring  him  hither  to  me.    Matt.  xvii.  17. 

THE  EPILEPTIC  BOY. 

Bring  him  to  me.     0  pitying  Lord! 
How  sweet  thy  kind  persuasive  word, 
What  sympathies  in  thee  o'ernow, 
What  love  for  suffering  sons  of  woe! 
How  long?    In  childhood's  early  day 
This  evil  spirit  found  its  prey, 
Baffled  all  skill  of  healing  sought, 
And  through  the  years  a  blight  has  wrought. 

See  now  the  raging  of  the  storm — 
The  torn  and  scarred  and  wasting  form; 
His  life  a  scene  of  peril  made; 
O  Master!  canst  thou  render  aid? 

Canst  thou  believe?    Find  here  the  test, 
The  rock  of  trust  where  souls  may  rest, 
"Where  human  weakness  grasps  the  might 
Of  power  divine — turns  faith  to  sight. 
Lord,  I  believe.     Thy  help  impart, 
That  confidence  urspire.my  heart: 
Thou  art  the  Christ,   God's  only  Son, 
At  thy  command  the  work  is  done. 

Come  out  of  him!    At  Jesus'  beck, 
The  demon  leaves  the  shattered  wreck; 
The  healing  touch,  the  gracious  word — 
The  boy  stands  forth,  erect,  restored! 
O  Saviour!  when  we  cry  in  grief, 
Dispel  all  lingering  unbelief; 


SOXGS   FOE   ALL    SEASONS.  89 

Let  the  soul-healing  work  divine 

Make  those  we  love  forever  thine!  igs2 


[Mar.  30.]   In  that  day.  .the  eyes  of  the  blind  shall  see.  ISA.xxix.18. 

He  said,  Lord,  that  I  may  receive  my  sight.    LUKE  xviii.  4L 

BARTIM^US. 

Waiting  at  the  city  gate, 
Blind  and  poor — ah,  wretched  state! 
Who  will  bring  the  craved  relief? 
Who  dispel  the  cloud  of  grief? 
Oh,  that  Christ,  the  Man  of  might, 
Here  would  come,  and  give  me  sight ! 

Hark !  what  throng  is  on  the  street ! 
Passes  Jesus  thou  wouldst  meet ! 
Son  of  David,  Master  dear. 
Mercy  show  a  sufferer  here ! 
Hold  my  peace?    I'll  louder  cry — 
Mercy,  Saviour,  or  I  die! 
Eise,  he  calls! — "What  accents  sweet 
Greet  me  at  the  Master's  feet! 
Do  for  me?    Thou  Lord  of  light, 
Sight  restore — oh,  give  me  sight? 
As  thou  wilt,  for  faith  like  thine 
Brings  the  boon,  the  work  divine. 

Oh,  what  wonders,  strange  but  true, 

Burst  upon  my  raptured  view! 

Best  of  all  to  see  thee,  Lord, 

Hear  thy  kind  assuring  word; 

Glorious  is  thy  grace  to  me — 

Saviour,  I  must  follow  thee.  iss2 


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Mak.  31.]    The  Lord  God  said,  It  is  not  good  that  the  man  should  be 
alone;  I  will  make  an  help  meet  for  him.    Gen.  ii.  18. 
What  therefore  God  hath  joined  together,  let  not  man  put  asunder. 
Matt,  xix.c. 

THE  SANCTITY  OF  HOME. 

In  creation's  fair  beginning, 

In  the  bloom  of  Eden's  smile, 
Ere  the  blight  of  human  sinning, 

Ere  the  darkening  taint  of  guile, 
See  the  plan  of  God's  designing 

For  the  homes  of  all  our  race — 
Two  in  one  through  love  combining, 

One  in  heart,  in  flesh,  in  place. 

Blest  the  home  of  God's  ordaining, 

Manly  bridegroom,  worthy  bride, 
Mutual  love  supremely  reigning, 

Joyous  helpers  side  by  side; 
Full  affection  sweetly  sharing, 

As  the  life-years  sweep  along, 
Each  for  each  all  burdens  bearing, 

Turning  sorrow  into  song. 

Children  dear,  the  Lord's  bestowing, 

Bringing  music,  adding  love, 
Trained  in  truth,  and  Christlike  growing, 

Home  suggesting  heaven  above ; 
Peace  and  gladness,  fond  caressing, 

Serving  well  and  living  right ; 
Church  and  state  and  world  all  blessing, 

Brinoinof  on  millennial  lm'ht. 


SOXGS  FOR  ALL  8EA80N&  91 

Let  no  faithless  vandal  plunder 

Home's  sweet  ties  and  sacred  rights ; 
Let  no  statute  put  asunder 

"Whom  the  Lord  for  life  unites. 
Truth  divine  regard  and  cherish, 

Shun  the  sins  defying  God, 
Lest  our  homes  and  nation  perish, 

"Whelmed  in  guilt's  polluting  flood.         i882 


[April  1.1     Return  unto  me,  and  I  will  return  unto  you,  saith  the 

Lord  of  hosts.    MAL.iii.  7. 

Returned  unto  the   Shepherd  and  Bishop  of  your  souls.      1  Pet. 
ii.  ^5. 

THE  WANDERER. 

Pilgrim!  hast  thou  far  departed 
From  the  Saviours  loving  arms'? 

Dost  thou  wander,  fickle-hearted, 
Mid  the  world's  alluring  charms? 

Dost  thou  cherish  fleeting  pleasures 
More  than  joys  of  Jesus'  love, 

Mindless  of  the  heavenly  treasures 
"Which  he  bade  thee  place  above? 

Hearken  to  the  Saviour  speaking, 
Turn  your  steps  to  him  again; 

Long  for  you  has  he  been  seeking, 
Shall  he  call  and  seek  in  vain? 

Vagrant  ways  are  sad  and  dreary, 
Fading  are  earth's  hopes  at  best; 

Haste  to  Jesus!   there  the  weary 

Find  secure  and  blessed  rest.  i84o 


92  SOXGS   FOB  ALL    SEASONS. 

[April  2.]    Behold,  thy  King  cometh  unto  thee.    Zec.  ix.  9. 

They  that  went  before,  and  they  that  followed,  cried,  Hosanna;  Bles 
sed  is  he  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the  Lord.     MARK  xi.  «J. 

HOSANNA! 

Let  the  shout  of  triumph,  pealing, 
Sound  o'er  Olives'  sacred  brow; 

Tis  the  prophet's  burst  of  feeling 
In  a  blest  fulfillment  now. 

With  hosannas, 
To  thy  King,  O  Zion,  bow! 

Garments  lay  in  paths  before  him, 
Strew  the  leaves  of  victor-palm, 

Let  the  throngs,  as  they  adore  him, 
Chant  their  old  triumphal  psalm: 

Loud  hosannas 
Shall  his  mighty  name  embalm. 

Onward,  Prince!    With  exultation 

We  the  Son  of  David  see! 
Blessed  kingdom  of  salvation, 

Come,  and  make  thy  subjects  free! 
Glad  hosannas 

Ring  their  welcomes  now  to  thee! 

Children  in  the  temple  singing, 

Catch  the  strains  and  swell  the  tides, 

Their  hosannas  grateful  bringing, 
As  to  Zion's  gates  he  rides — 

Sweet  hosannas 
To  the  Lord  who  saves  and  guides. 

Saviour!  slain  and  risen  to  glory, 
Still  ride  on  as  Zion's  King; 


SOXGS   FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  93 

And  fulfill  the  prophets'  story — 
To  thy  feet  all  nations  bring: 

Then  hosannas 
From  a  ransomed  world  shall  ring !        1352 
-*♦*- 

[April  3. J    Behold,  to  obey  is  better  than  sacrifice.    1  Sam.  xv.  22. 
If  ye  love  me,  ye  will  keep  my  commandments.    John  xiv.  15. 

LOVING  OBEDIENCE. 

Keep  my  commands,  the  Saviour  said, 

If  me  ye  love,  believing; 
And  loving,  loyal  hearts  obeyed, 

To  his  example  cleaving. 

I'll  follow,  then,  my  glorious  Lord, 

Whate'er  the  ties  I  sever; 
He  saved  my  soul,  and  left  his  Word 

To  guide  me  now  and  ever. 

For  me  the  cross  and  shame  to  bear, 
Dear  Saviour,  thou  wast  willing, 

Nor  would  I  shrink  thy  yoke  to  wear, 
All  righteousness  fulfilling. 

Jesus,  to  thee,  I  yield  my  all, 
In  thy  kind  arms  enfold  me; 

My  heart  is  fixed,  no  fears  appall, 
Thy  gracious  power  shall  hold  me. 

How  sweet  the  way  divine  to  take, 

So  clear  in  Gospel  story: 
On  souls  that  follow  Christ  shall  break 

The  Spirit's  beam  of  glory.  1863 


94  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[April  4. J    Many  daughters  have  done  worthily,  but  thou  excellest 

them  all.    Pro  v.  xxxi.  2(J. 

She  hath  done  what  she  could :  she  hath  anointed  my  body  afore- 
hand  for  the  burying.    Mk.  xiv.  8. 

MARY  ANOINTING  HER  LORD. 

The  feast  went  on,  the  last  dear  entertainment 
True  friends  might  give  the  precious  Son  of  God ; 

The  hour  was  nearing  for  his  forced  arraignment 
By  hating  souls  that  thirsted  for  his  blood. 

Impelled  by  love  undying,  sweet,  spontaneous, 
Mary  with  grateful  feeling  as  was  meet, 

Regardless  of  the  crowd  or  things  extraneous, 
Poured  the  rich  nard  on  Jesus'  head  and  feet. 

Fragrant  the  odor,  all  the  senses  calming, 
A  sacrifice  that  only  love  would  crave : 

She  saw  with  him  alone  the  sad  embalming 
Of  that  dear  form  so  soon  to  reach  the  grave. 

The  tenderest  memories  to  her  soul  come  thronging, 
When  in  the  way  of  truth  her  feet  he  led, 

And  that  dread  time  of  dark  suspense  and  longing 
Till  he  returned  and  raised  the  precious  dead. 

She  could  not  feast,  but  must  by  some  expression 
Forecast  near  scenes  of  mingled  hope  and  gloom: 

The  choicest,  costliest  thing  of  her  possession 
Is  love's  discernment  of  the  cross  and  tomb ! 

The  Saviour  saw  it,  gave  his  commendation, 
Rebuked  the  selfish  spirit  that  opposed, 

Sent  down  the  ages  to  each  land  and  nation 
The  glorious  deed  this  loving  act  disclosed. 


SOXGS  FOR  ALL   SEASONS.  95 

She  hath  clone  what  she  could :   a  grand  memorial, 
An  everlasting  word  for  earth  and  heaven! 

Better  than  fame  in  bronze  or  art  pictorial — 
The  high  approval  of  her  Saviour  given. 

Ye  humble  ones  that  long  to  serve  the  Master, 

Obey  the  impulse  of  a  loving  soul ; 
Give  him  your  cherished  nard  in  alabaster, 

And  find  a  record  on  the  eternal  roll.  1882 


[April  5.]     She  reacheth  forth  her  hands  to  the  needy.   Prov.  xxxi. 
She  hath  wrought  a  good  work  upon  me.    Matt.  xxvi.  10. 
THE  BEST  COMMENDATION. 

Lives  whose  eulogy  is  written 

In  a  blessing  on  the  heart, 
Wrought  through  love  and  self-denial, 

Ne'er  from  memory  shall  depart. 

Graved  upon  the  soul's  bright  tablet, 
Wasting  time  can  ne'er  efface, 

Heaven  shall  keep  the  cherished,  record 
In  its  own  eternal  place. 

When  the  light  of  mortal  being 
Darkens  in  the  shadowy  vale, 

When  all  scenes  of  earthly  beauty 
From  the  fading  vision  fail, 

Oh,  what  peace  shall  fill  the  spirit, 
Conscious  of  a  life  for  good; 

Oh,  how  rich  the   Saviour's  blessing — 

She  hath  done  ichateer  she  could.        \^q 


I 


96  SONGS  FOB  ALL   SEASONS. 

[April  6.]     Mine  own  familiar  friei>d,  in  whom  I  trusted,  which  did 
eat  of  my  bread,  hath  lifted  up  his  heel  against  me.    Ps.  xli.  9. 
They  began  to  be  sorrowful,  and  to  say  unto  him  one  by  one,  Is  it  I? 

Mk.  xiv.  19. 

IS  IT  I? 

"While  they  feasted  paschal  day, 
Heard  the  twelve  their  Master  say, 
"One  of  you  shall  me  betray.''     Is  it  I? 

As  the  startling  sentence  fell, 

"Who  the  pain  it  gave  could  tell? 

One  its  import  knew  full  well.     Is  it  If 

Forth  with  purpose  dark  and  dread, 

From  that  tender  scene  he  fled, 

False  and  heartless  as  he  said,     Is  it  I? 

Thus  the  Son  of  God  to  scorn, 
Better  had  he  ne'er  been  born, 
Ne'er  had  seen  life's  rosy  morn.     Is  it  I? 

Are  there  no  betrayers  now? 

None  who  break  their  solemn  vow, 

Made  when  burdened  spirits  bow?     Is  it  I? 

"With  the  chosen  here  enrolled, 
Bearing  trusts  within  the  fold, 
Yet  in  heart  unchanged  and  cold :     Is  it  I? 

Find  we  not  through  guises  thin, 
Souls  that  would,  for  gain  or  sin, 
Sell  their  Lord  such  price  to  win?     Is  it  I? 

Jesus,  with  omniscient  ken, 

Reads  the  inmost  hearts  of  men, 

Knows  the  traitor  now  as  then.     Is  it  I?    \^i 


SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  97 

[APRIL  7.]     If  ye  think  good,  give  me  my  hire.  . .  So  they  -weighed  ior 

my  hire  thirty  pieces  of  silver.     ZEC.  xi.  12. 

Woe  unto  that  man  through  whom  the  Son  of  man  is  betrayed'.— 
Matt.  xxvi.  24. 

THE   BETRAYAL. 

Ah,  what  a  night  of  woe! 
The  garden  sorrow  past, 
Beneath  the  traitor's  blow 
The  Master  falls  at  last: 
Betrayal  dark  with  friendly  kiss — 
Is  any  act  more  foul  than  this? 

How  e'en  could  ruffian  bands, 

On  him,  so  loving,  meek, 
Lay  their  unholy  hands, 
Or  words  of  insult  speak? 
"While  angel  legions  hovering  near 
Would  glad  in  his  defense  appeal'! 

The  Son  of  God  is  bound, 
And  rudely  borne  away; 
The  night  is  dark  around — 
Can  it  be  ever  day? 
Is  judgment  coming,  slow  or  swift? 
Can  clouds  so  dense  e'er  show  a  rift? 

O  Jesus!  oft  betrayed, 

My  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 
On  thee  my  faith  is  stayed, 
And  on  thy  blessed  word: 
Best  here,  my  soul,  and  serve  and  wait, 
Nor  e'er  betray  a  trust  so  great!  i882 


98  80NQ8  FOB  ALL   SEA80N& 

[  April  B.]     Ye  shall  keep  it  a  feast  to  the  Lord.    Ex.  xii.  14. 
As  often  as  ye  est  this  bread,  and  drink  the  cup,  ye  proclaim  the  " 
-  death  till  he  com-  . 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

How  sweet  the  scene,  how  blest  the  hour, 
With  Jesus  at  U  livine; 

His  prayers  are  here,  his  words  of  power — 
Deep  meanings  thru'  these  symbols  shine. 

He  gave  the  bread — the  grain  was  crushed 

To  make  the  food  that  life  sustains ; 
Thro*  his  dear  form  the  death-throes  rushed. 
He  saved  our  souls  by  mortal  pains. 

He  gave  the  cup — the  grapes  were  press 
To  bring  the  purpling  boon  supplied; 

Our  souls  nor  earth  nor  heaven  give  n  - 
Till  bathed  in  Calvary's  crimson  tide. 

To  us  what  matchless  mercy  flows — 
Redemption's  everlasting  prize — 

Through  agonies  none  ever  knows, 
Save  him  who  made  the  sacrifice. 

Remember  Me.     0  Saviour  dear. 

Can  we  thy  work  or  words 
The  cross,  or  thorns,  or  nails,  or  spear. 

Thy  boundless  love,  our  boundless  debt ! 

These  sacred  thoughts  and  memories  deep 
Forbid  that  aught  our  love  should  dim ; 

TVith  grateful  hearts  the  feast  we  keep, 
And  sing  the  tender  parting  hymn. 


SOXGS   FOR    ALL    SEASONS.  99 

[April  9.]    The  good  land  which  the  Lord  giveth  you.    Deut.  xi.  17. 
There  followed  him  great  multitudes  from  Galilee  and  Decapolis  and 
Jerusalem  and  Jndea  and  from  beyond  Jordan.    Matt.  iv.  25. 

LEAVING  THE  HOLY  LAND. 

0  Palestine!  sacred,  beloved  of  our  God! 

1  tread  where  the  prophets  and  patriarchs  trod, 
Where  footsteps  of  angels  have  hallowed  the  sod. 

I  enter  thy  gates,  0  Jerusalem  dear ! 
I  walk  about  Zion,  her  towers  I  revere  ; 
Look  down  o'er  Moriah,  the  Temple  was  here. 

I  go  where  the  Saviour,  by  mountain  and  shore, 
With  twelve  he  had  chosen,  oft  journeyed  before, 
Relieved  the  sad-hearted  and  preached  to  the  poor. 

I  gaze  on  sweet  scenes  that  his  eye  had  surveyed, 

I  trace  his  dear  steps  to  Gethseniane's  shade, 

I  weep  where  he  wept,  and  I  pray  where  he  prayed. 

I  stand  by  the  hall  where  false  judgment  was  given, 
I  go  to  the  hill  where  the  Cross-nails  were  driven, 
I  enter  the  tomb  of  the  loved  One  of  Heaven. 

I  pass  o'er  the  Kidron  to  Olivet  nigh, 

"Where  Bethany  nestles  so  sweet  'neath  the  eye, 

"Where  the  risen  Redeemer  ascended  on  high. 

O  Land  of  the  holiest  memories,  adieu ! 
My  wanderings  in  thee  I  shall  often  renew ; 
Thy  beautiful  landscapes  are  ever  in  view. 

O  desolate  Land !  'neath  a  blight  to  remain, 

Till  thy  children,  long  scattered,  are  gathered  again, 

And  Christ,  once  rejected,  shall  over  thee  reign.  i86i 


100  80NG8   FOR  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[April  10.]    It  wa?  thou,  a  man  mine  equal,  my  companion  and  my 

familiar  friend,    l's.  lv.  13. 

Wilt  thou  lay  down  thy  life  for  me?  . .  The  cock  shall  not  crow,  till 
thou  hast  denied  me  thrice.     John  xiii.  38. 

PETERS   DENIAL. 

Ready  for  war, 
He  must  not  fight  for  Jesus  taken; 
Yet  he,  while  faith  and  hope  are  shaken, 

Followed  afar. 

He  sees  his  Lord 
Borne  helpless  to  the  high  priest's  palace, 
The  victim  of  relentless  malice, 

And  sheathed  his  sword. 

Is  all  now  lost? 
Ah,  whither  is  the  kingdom  drifting? 
Satan  the  Apostle's  soul  is  sifting 

At  fearful  cost. 

While  at  the  fire 
His  chilled  and  weary  body  warming, 
Unknown  temptations,  fierce,  alarming, 

Repress  desire. 

There  in  the  hall 
Proceeds  the  mockery  of  trial; 
And  here  a  craven  thrice  denial 

In  Peter's  fall. 

At  the  shrill  sign 
Sad  memories  are  o'er  him  sweeping, 
And  oh,  what  bitterness  of  weeping 
'Neath  eyes  divine! 


SONGS   FOB   ALL  SEASONS.  101 

With  broken  heart, 
Forgiven,  and  free  from  self-assertion, 
Apostle  now  by  new  conversion, 

To  do  his  part. 

From  censure  keep: 
His  lapse  ere  sun  arose  was  ended; 
Are  your  denials  less  extended? — 

No  cause  to  weep?  1882 

<♦> 

[April  11.]    Awake,  O  sword  .. .  smite  the  shepherd,  and  the  sheep 

shall  be  scattered.    Zbc.  xiii.  7. 

Ye  shall  be  scattered,  every  man  to  his  own,  and  leave  me  alone. — 
John  xvi.  32. 

SMITTEN-SCATTERED. 

O'erwhelmed  at  his  arrest 

By  foes  the  traitor  led, 
Apostles,  dazed,  distressed, 

Forsook  their  Lord  and  fled! 

O  sad  and  scattered  flock, 

Your  smitten  Shepherd  view! 

Can  faith  survive  the  shock? 
What  now  remains  for  you? 

Darker  than  night  profound 
Their  sinking  hopes  appear; 

Not  one  faint  ray  is  found, 
No  day,  nor  sun,  is  near! 

Ah!  yield  not  thus  your  faith; 

Hold  fast!  and  soon  shall  shine, 
Through  all  this  gloom  and  death, 

"What  light  and  love  divine!  18s9 


102  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[April  12. J     Thou  scarest  me  with  dreams,  and  terrifiest  me  through 

visions.    Job  vii.  14. 

Have  thou  nothing  to  do  with  that  righteous  man  :  for  I  have  suffer- 
ed many  things  this  day  in  a  dream  because  of  him.    Mat.  xxvii.  19. 


PLEA  OF    PILATE'S  WIFE. 

Pilate,  on  the  judgment-seat, 
"With  the  Prisoner  at  his  feet, 
Feels  the  conflict  stir  his  soul, 
Self  and  conscience  seek  control: 
Will  he  now  the  Christ  release? 
Or  shall  right  and  justice  cease? 

0  my  love! — his  wife's  appeal — 
Think  with  whom  you  have  to  deal! 
Yield  not  to  his  cruel  foes, 

Nor  this  righteous  Man  oppose; 

1  have  suffered  with  affright, 
Dreaming  of  him  through  the  night. 

He  appeared  as  one  from  heaven, 
Friend  of  man  divinely  given, 
Teaching,  healing,  none  refused, 
Blessing  still,  though  oft  abused; 
Then  I  seemed  to  hear  the  cry, 
Jesus,   Jesus,  crucify! 

Oh,  that  cross!    Beyond,  I  saw 

Scenes  that  filled  my  soul  with  awe — 

Jesus  on  his  throne  of  light, 

Crowned  with  glory  and  with  might ; 

All  the  world  were  at  his  feet; 

Thou  wast  there  that  Judge  to  meet !      iss2 


SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  103 

[April  13. J     He  was  wounded  for  our  transgressions,  he  was  braised 

for  our  iniquities,     ISA.  liii.  o. 

He  humbled  himself,  becoming  obedient  even  unto  death;  yea,  the 
death  of  the  cross.    Piiil.  ii.  8. 

CHRIST  ON  THE  CROSS. 

The  cross,  the  cross !  nailed  to  the  cross, 

My  soul,  thy  Saviour  see! 
Behold  his  agony  and  blood — 

The  price  that  ransoms  thee ! 

The  shame,  the  shame !  the  scorn  and  shame, 

The  crowd  of  mockers,  see! 
For  me  the  Sufferer  bore  it  all — 

He  gave  himself  for  me. 

The  wounds,  the  wounds !  those  painful  wounds, 

Oh,  they  were  made  for  me ! 
His  hands  and  feet,  his  holy  head, 

All  pierced  and  torn  I  see ! 

The  death,  the  death!  the  awful  death, 

That  Jesus  died  for  me ! 
I  hear  his  cries,  his  prayer,  ' ;  Forgive, " 

His  bleeding  side  I  see! 

The  love,  the  love !  the  matchless  love, 

That  bled  upon  the  tree ! 
It  moves  my  tears,  it  melts  my  heart, 

It  brings  me,  Lord,  to  thee. 

The  grace,  the  grace !  such  wondrous  grace, 

For  sinners  lost,  so  free ! 
Dear  dying  Lamb !  how  can  a  soul 

Refuse  to  come  to  thee!  i$7i 


104  802TG8  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[April  14.]    He  poured  out  his  soul  unto  death.    Isa.  liii.  12. 

He  said,  It  is  finished .  and  he  bowed  his  head,  and  gave  up  his 
spirit.    JoHNxix.  30. 

THE  DEAD  CHRIST. 

The  mighty  scene  is  past, 
The  day  unparalleled  in  time, 
The  utmost  reach  of  human  crime ; 

Christ  dying — dead  at  last ! 

Earth's  ancient  mountains  quake, 
All  nature  feels  the  dreadful  shock, 
Forces  unseen  death's  gates  unlock, 

And  saints  in  tombs  awake! 

Hushed  is  the  crowd  with  fear ; 
Enters  the  mother's  heart  the  sword ; 
Conviction  thrills  the  Roman's  wTord — 

The  Son  of  God  is  here ! 

Tender  and  loving  hands 
That  precious  mangled  form  take  down, 
Remove  blood  stains,  the  piercing  crown, 

And  wrap  in  linen  bands. 

Laid  in  the  new  rock-tomb, 
The  stone  they  roll  against  its  door : 
Ah!  hearts  of  sadness,  tears  that  pour, 

And  unexampled  gloom! 

Sweet  is  the  Saviour  s  rest, 
Beyond  all  burdens  of  the  day, 
From  man's  relentless  scorn  away, 

Serene,  alone,  and  blest. 

O  Jesus!  for  me  slain, 
Make  in  my  rocky  heart  a  place 


SONGS  FOR  ALL   SEASONS.  105 

Where  thou  shalt  come  with  dying  grace, 

To  rest,  aud  rise,  and  reign.  iss2 

*♦* 

[April  15.]     How  is  the  strong  staff  broken,  the  beautiful  rod !    Jkr. 

xlviii.  17 

Of  Lhem  that  had  been  slain  for  the  word  of  God,  and  for  the  testi- 
mony which  they  held.     REV.  vi.  (J. 

THE  MARTYR   PRESIDENT. 

How  is  the  strong  staff  broken, 

And  rent  the  beauteous  rod ! 
How  strangely  hast  thou  spoken, 

O  sovereign,  righteous  God ! 
Like  startling  volleyed  thunder, 

Dashed  from  a  cloudless  sky, 
All  horror-struck,  we  wonder, 

And  trembling  ask,  oh,  why? 
Our  Father !   we  adore  thee, 

"We  know  thy  reign  is  just ; 
Smitten,  we  bow  before  thee, 

Our  place  is  in  the  dust. 

How  is  the  strong  staff  broken! — 

The  Nation  mourns  its  Chief, 
And  showering  tears  betoken 

Its  mighty  loss  and  grief  ! 
The  tide  of  triumph  swelling, 

Confounded,  staggers  back: 
From  mast  and  hall  and  dwelling, 

The  banner  droops  in  black! 
Hark  !  Freedom's  bells  are  tolling, 

Her  solemn  cannons  roar, 
And  Sorrow's  billows  rolling, 

Break  mournful  on  the  shore ! 


106       SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

How  is  the  strong  staff  broken, 

That  held  us  mid  the  storm ! 
Our  safety's  cherished  token, 

"We  clung  around  his  form, 
Till,  Moses-like,  he  renders — 

Near  through  the  exodus — 
His  soul  where  Nebo-splendors 

Beamed  bright  for  him  and  us! 
Through  all  the  strife  remaining, 

Be  thou,  O  God,  our  Guide, 
Freedom  and  Bight  maintaining, 

For  which  our  Lincoln  died!  i865 


[April  16.]    I  will  give  peace  in  the  land.    Lev.  xxvi.  6. 
Be  comforted;  be  of  the  same  mind;  live  in  peace.    2  Cor.  xiii.  11. 

NATIONAL  PEACE. 

The  day  of  joy  has  come! 
Let  bugle  blast  and  drum 

Sound  now  for  Peace! 
O'er  all  the  Union  free, 
From  lake  to  Southern  sea. 
Swells  the  glad  jubilee 

For  war's  release! 

The  banner  of  the  brave 
"Who  sought  the  land  to  save, 

And  gained  the  prize, 
Now  nutters  where  it  fell, 
Awakes  the  ancient  spell, 
Triumphs  anew  to  tell 

To  wondering  eyes! 


SOXGS    FOB    ALL    SEASON 8.  107 

No  more  the  call  to  arms, 
No  longer  dread  alarms 

Where  warriors  tramp; 
The  deadly  strife  is  o'er, 
Stayed  the  red  tide  of  gore, 
Hushed  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 

In  field  and  camp! 

Rest  o'er  the  land  shall  fall, 
And  liberty  for  all 

The  song  shall  be! 
The  power  of  bondage  broke, 
Removed  its  galling  yoke, 
God  hath  the  fiat  spoke — 

The  country  free! 

Great  was  the  sacrifice, 
Great  was  the  offered  price — 

Treasure  and  blood; 
But  greater  is  the  gain — 
Preserved  our  vast  domain, 
Without  its  guilty  stain, 

And  curse  of  God!  i860 


[April  17.]    As  the  appearance  of  the  bow  that  is  in  the  cloud  in  the 
day  of  rain,  so  was  the  appearance  ol  the  brightness.    Eze.  i.  28. 
The  rainbow  was  upon  his  head.    REV.  x.  1. 

THE  BOW  ON  THE  CLOUD. 

See  !  on  the  passing  tempest,  wild  and  grand, 
As  wrought  and  rounded  by  a  seraph's  hand, 
The  blending  lines  in  wondrous  beauty  glow. 
Span  the  dark  cloud  and  touch  the  earth  below. 


108      SOXGS   FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

So  to  the  world  o'er  swept  with  sin-brought  wrath, 
Sweet  Mercy  comes,  and  bright  along  its  path 
Hangs  her  blest  bow,  as  hope  to  lost  ones  given, 
That  looms  from  earth  and  culminates  in  heaven. 

Ib46 
«♦> 

[April  18.]    Thou  hast  led  thy  captivity  captive.    Ps.  lxviii.  18. 

Now  when  he  was  risen  early  on  the  first  day  of  the  week,  he  appear- 
ed first  to  Mary  Magdalene.    Mark  xvi.  9. 

CHRIST'S  RESURRECTION. 

Through  the  saddened  night  of  weeping, 

All  the  mournful  Sabbath  day, 
Ah!  what  lonely  vigils  keeping, 

"What  shall  chase  the  gloom  away? 
Comes  at  last  a  joyous  morning, 

Beams  of  glory  bathe  the  earth, 
Never  time  knew  such  adorning 

Since  creation's  Eden  birth. 

Ere  the  sun  in  splendor  rising 

Touched  the  hills  with  golden  breath, 
Jesus,  foe  and  friend  surprising, 

Burst  the  rocky  bars  of  death ! 
Angels  saw  the  glorious  capture, 

Crowning  miracle  of  time, 
W'omen  caught  the  news  with  rapture, 

Told  it  in  their  joy  subhme! 

How  that  sweet  bewildering  gladness, 
When  disciples  saw  their  Lord, 

Banished  all  their  heavy  sadness, 

Tuned  anew  faith's  drooping  chord! 


JSOXGS   FOR   ALL  SEASONS.  109 

Higher  now  their  sweep  of  vision, 
Rent  the  veil  that  made  it  dim ; 

Theirs  the  broad,  the  great  commision — 
Bring  the  whole  wide  world  to  him !       1882 

*•* 

TApril  19.]    Who  is  the  King  ot  glory?  The  Lord  strong  and  mighty. 

Ps.  xxiv.  8. 

I  wus  dead,  and  behold,  I  am  alive  forevermore,  and  I  have  the  keys 
of  death  and  of  Hades.    Rev.  i.  18. 

JESUS  LIVES! 

Jesus  lives!  the  King  of  glory, 
Tastes  no  more  of  mortal  strife; 

Hear,  O  earth!  the  wondrous  story — 
Gift  of  God,  Eternal  Life! 

Jesus  and  the  Resurrection ! — 

Sound  it  to  the  world's  far  bound; 

Oh,  the  blessed,  grand  reflection — ■ 
Dead  may  live  and  lost  be  found! 

Risen  Saviour!  ours  for  ever, 

Thou  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way; 

Grace  and  strength  shall  fail  us  never, 
Heaven  and  earth  are  in  thy  sway! 

Thou  wilt  rend  our  tombs'  dark  portal, 
Coming  from  thy  gracious  throne; 

Thou  wilt  make  our  forms  immortal, 
Glorified  and  like  thine  own! 

Death's  Despoiler!  thou  wilt  take  us 

To  thy  royal  realm  above; 
More  than  conquerors  thou  wilt  make  us 

Through  the  mightiness  of  love!  iss2 


110      SOXGS  FOR  ALL   SEASONS. 

[April  20.]    Now  shall  he  be  great  unto  the  ends  of  the  earth.    Mi<  . 

v.  4. 

Go  tell  my  brethren  that  they  depart  into  Galilee,  and  there  shall 
they  see  me.    Matt,  xxviii.  10. 

AFTER  THE  RESURRECTION. 

Past  sad  hours  of  separation. 

Many  a  heart  a  joyful  fount, 
Gathering  now  with  gratulation 

On  a  Galilaean  mount. 
Glad  disciples!  as  they  meet  him — 

See  their  Master — as  he  said; 
Deep  the  wonder  as  they  greet  him, 

Jesus,  risen  from  the  dead! 

Came  the  quickened  recollection 

Of  the  words  he  often  spoke: 
Cross  and  death  and  resurrection 

Like  a  sunburst  o'er  them  broke. 
Glorious  is  the  message  given 

In  that  kingly  last  command, 
All  of  power  in  earth  and  heayen 

Wielded  by  his  mighty  hand! 

Go  ye  then  and  teach  all  nations, 

True  belieyers  be  the  prize; 
Them  confessed  in  new  relations, 

In  the  triune  Name  baptize. 
All  things  I  command,  observing, 

Eyer  kept  in  closest  new, 
Teach  to  those  their  Master  serving, 

So  shall  they  be  faithful,  true. 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  Ill 

So  shall  I  be  with  you  ever, 

"Whatsoe'er  your  paths  betide: 
Always  with  you,  leaving  never 

Souls  that  in  my  word  confide; 
With  you  all,  my  name  confessing, 

Though  ye  toil  in  every  clime; 
With  you  always,  cheering,  blessing, 

To  the  end  of  earth  and  time.  isso 


[April  21. J     It  is  the  blood  that  maketh  atonement.    Lev.  xvii.  11. 
He  ever  liveth  to  make  intercession  for  them.    Heb.  vii.  '25. 

DID  JESUS  DIE  FOR  ME? 

Did  Jesus  die  for  me/? 

Give  up  his  life  for  mine; 
Thy  blood,  0  Christ!  brings  me  to  thee, 

Cleansed  in  the  fount  divine. 

Does  Jesus  live  for  me, 

An  endless  life  of  love? 
Then  I  shall  live,  his  glory  see, 

And  dwell  with  him  above. 

Does  Jesus  plead  for  me, 

My  Priest  before  the  throne? 

He  will  my  blessed  Surety  be, 
His  ransomed  he  will  own. 

Did  Jesus  rise  for  me, 

Victor  of  death  and  tomb? 
His  power  shall  set  my  body  free, 

Clothed  in  immortal  bloom.  1889 


112  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[April  22.]    The  heart  also  of  the  rash  shall  understand.  Is.  xxxii.4. 
Because  thou  hast  seen  me,  thou  hast  believed  :  blessed  are  they  that 
have  not  seen,  and  yet  have  believed.    John  xx.  29. 

THOMAS   CONVINCED. 

The  same  bright  day  the  Saviour  rose, 
Apostles  meet  in  evening's  calm — 

The  day  that  will,  till  time  shall  close, 
The  resurrection  scenes  embalm. 

"What  strange  events  the  hours  have  brought, 
Amazing  joys,  with  hopes  and  fears: 

While  thus  absorbed  in  deepest  thought, 
Lo !  in  their  midst  the  Lord  appears ! 

He  comes  in  love  his  own  to  greet, 

His  presence  gives  them  raj^t  delight, 

His  i; Peace  to  you"  is  heavenly  sweet, 
His  hands,  his  side,  oh,  wondrous  sight! 

Desponding  Thomas  was  not  there, 

To  have  his  feeble  faith  made  strong : 

To  miss  the  hour  and  place  of  prayer, 
How  much  is  lost  by  such  a  wrong ! 

A  lonely  week  of  gloom  and  grief, 
The  doubting  one  then  hither  trod : 

How  Jesus  helps  his  unbelief — 

How  Faith  exclaims,  ' '  My  Lord,  my  God ! " 

Oh,  they  with  untold  joys  are  blest, 
WTio  have  not  seen  but  yet  believe, 

And,   leaning  on  their  Saviour's  breast, 
The  fullness  of  his  love  receive. 


SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  113 

Their  life  the  feet  so  torn  have  sought, 

The  hands  so  scarred  have  clasped  their  own, 

The  heart  so  pierced  their  souls  has  bought — 
They  shall  be  his  before  the  throne.  is~4 
♦♦* 

[April  23.]    Lord,  thou  hast  been  our  dwelling  place  in  all  genera- 
tions.    Ps.  xc.  1. 
God  is  love  :  and  he  that  abideth  in  love  abideth  in  God.    1  Jn.  iv.  16. 

THE  LORD  OUR  HOME. 

O  Lord,  in  whom  are  all  my  springs, 

Joyful  to  thee  I  come; 
My  grateful  heart  exultant  sings 

To  know  thou  art  its  home. 

The  shelter  of  thy  glorious  arms, 
How  strong  and  safe  and  sweet ! 

From  sense  and  sin,  from  all  alarms, 
I  fly  to  this  retreat. 

There  is  my  sure  and  tranquil  rest, 

In  every  troubled  hour; 
Weary,  I  lean  upon  thy  breast, 

And  feel  its  soothing  power. 

In  that  dear  place  of  purest  love, 

What  wings  encircle  me! 
Naught  in  the  world  can  ever  move 

My  trusting  soul  from  thee. 

My  Lord!  if  now  I  find  in  thee 

So  blest  and  sweet  a  home, 
What  shall  the  heavenly  mansion  be, 

When  to  its  door  I  come?  is75 


114       SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[April  24.]    Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates ;  yea,  lilt  them  up,  ye  ev- 
erlasting doors  :  and  the  King  of  glory  shall  come  in.     Ps.  xxiv.  9. 
While  he  blessed  them,  he  parted  from  them,  and  was  carried  up  into 

heaven.    Luke  xxiv.  51. 

CHRIST'S  ASCENSION. 

Joyous  was  the  angel  song 

At  the  Saviour's  lowly  birth, 
Glorious  is  the  angel  throng 

Come  to  see  him  leave  the  earth; 
O'er  the  mount  on  cloudy  wing 
"Wait  the  chariots  of  the  King. 

Finished  all  his  mission  vast, 

Truth  unveiled,  redemption  wrought, 
Death  and  grave  triumphant  passed, 
Life  and  light  to  mortals  brought: 
Never  more  shall  grief  or  pain 
Break  his  loving  heart  again. 

With  his  chosen  now  he  stands, 

Eichest  blessings  on  them  pours, 
O'er  them  spreads  his  gracious  hands, 
Then  above  them,  lo,  he  soars! 

Higher,  grander,  heavenward  flight, 
Till  a  cloud  obscures  the  sight. 

Hark!  the  song  of  triumph  rolls, 
As  he  sweeps  the  gates  above; 
Angel  hosts  and  ransomed  souls 

"Welcome  home  the  Lord  they  love: 
King  of  glory!  take  thy  throne, 
Wield  the  scepter,  wear  the  crown ! 


SONGS    FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  115 

Church  of  God!  the  gospel  spread. 

Bring  the  world  to  Jesus'  feet: 
He  shall  come,  judge  quick  and  dead, 
Claim  his  own.  all  things  complete. 
Send  the  Spirit,  mighty  Lord, 
Give  the  victory  to  thy  Word!  ig82 
*++ 

[April  25.]    He  brought  me  to  the  banqueting  house,  and  his  banner 

over  me  was  love.    Cant.  ii.  4. 

Behold, I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock  :  if  any  man  hear  my  voice,  and 
open  the  door,  I  will  come  in  to  him,  and  will  sup  with  him,  and  he 
with  me.    Key.  iii.  20. 

THE   SOULS  FEAST. 

0:nxe  I  heard  a  sound  at  my  heart's  dark  door, 
And  was  roused  from  the  slumber  of  sin ; 

It  was  Jesus  knocked,  he  had  knocked  before, 
Xow  I  said,  Blessed  Master,  come  in ! 

Then  he  spread  the  feast  of  redeeming  love, 
And  he  made  me  his  own  happy  guest ; 

In  my  joy  I  thought  that  the  saints  above 
Could  be  hardly  more  favored  or  blest. 

In  the  holy  war  with  the  foes  of  truth, 
He  *s  my  shield,  he  my  table  prepares, 

He  restores  my  soul,  he  renews  my  youth, 
And  gives  triumph  in  answer  to  prayers. 

He  will  feast  me  still  with  his  presence  dear, 
And  the  love  he  so  freely  hath  given, 

While  his  promise  tells,  as  I  serve  him  here, 
Of  the  banquet  of  glory  in  Heaven.  i860 


116 


SOXGS   FOB  ALL  SEASOXS. 


[April  26.]    Whatsoever  thy  hand  findeth  to  do,  do  it  with  thy  might. 
ECCL.  ix.  10. 

Son,  go  work  to-day  in  the  vineyard.    Matt.  xxi.  28. 

CHRISTIAN  SERVICE. 

Go  work  to-day !     Thy  gracious  Lord  commands  it, 
All  heaven  would  leap  at  once  to  obey  his  voice : 

Sublime  the  call,  and  he  who  understands  it 
Makes  this  high  work  of  love  his  happy  choice. 

Haste,  work! 
That  thou  art  summoned  to  it,  soul,  rejoice! 

Go  work  to-day !    "What  waiting  fields  invite  thee ! 

The  Church,  the  widening  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
"What  beauty  there,  what  clusters  rich  incite  thee, 

And  then  at  last  the  glorious  reward ! 
Haste,  work! 

Nor  ever  deem  thy  Master's  service  hard. 

Go  work  to-day!    Behold  the  world  around  thee, 
Where  myriads  to  the  verge  of  ruin  sweep ; 

Does  not  the  peril  of  their  souls  astound  thee, 
And  loudly  summon  thee  to  wake  from  sleep? 

Haste,  work! 
Thrust  in  thy  sickle  and  rich  harvests  reap ! 

Go  work  to-day!    Put  forth  a  strong  endeavor 
To  do  through  every  hour  thy  Saviour's  will; 

'Tis  work  he  wants,  true  earnest  hearts  that  never, 
In  labors  he  appoints,  grow  faint  or  chill. 

Haste,  work! 
A  cause  so  blest  an  angel's  heart  might  fill. 


801TGS   FOB    ALL  SEASOXS.  117 

Go  work  to-day!    The  Saviour's  love  impelling, 
Think  how  he  wrought,  and  gave  himself  for  thee ! 

That  love,  so  wonderful,  to  others  telling, 

Shall  fire  thy  soul,  and  thou  their  faith  may  see. 

H;iste,  work  ! 
And  thy  reward  a  starry  crown  shall  be. 

Go  work  to-day !     This  day — wait  not  another ! 

Thou  knowest  not  what  it  may  bring  to  light; 

Life,  hope,  are  found  to-day — wait  not,  O  brother! 

Lest  o'er  the  field  shall  fall  a  deadening  blight. 

Haste,  work! 
The  day  is  passing,  soon  will  come  the  night !   1372 
♦♦► ■ 

[April  27.]    As  for  me  and  my  house,  we  will  serve  the  Lord.   Josh. 

xxiv.  15. 

Not  forsaking  the  assembling  of  ourselves  together,  as  the  custom 
of  some  is.    Heb.  x.  25. 

HOME  AND  LORDS  DAY  WORSHIP. 

Sweet  is  the  cheerful  voice  of  prayer  and  praise, 
That  love-bound  hearts  at  holy  altars  raise, 
As  early  sunbeams  round  the  dwelling  shine, 
Bright  with  a  glory  and  a  care  divine  ; 
As  evening  twilight  with  her  lingering  smiles, 
To  heavenly  thoughts  the  grateful  heart  beguiles : 

As  comes  that  day,  the  holiest  of  the  seven, 
"When  rests  o'er  earth  the  sacredness  of  heaven, 
And  with  meek  worshipers  are  gladly  trod 
The  hallowed  courts  of  our  benignant  God, 
Where  dews  of  grace  on  waiting  hearts  are  shed, 
And  with  the  Word  receptive  souls  are  fed.      i§46 


118       SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[April  28.  J    They  joy  before  thee  according  to  the  joy  in  harvest.— 

Isa.  ix.  3. 

And  they  went  forth  and  preached  everywhere,  the  Lord  working 
witli  them,  and  confirming  the  word  bv  the  signs  that  followed.  Mark 
xvi.  20. 

CHRIST'S  LABORERS. 

Blest  laborers  in  the  kingdom 

And  patience  of  our  Lord, 
Ye  only  heard  his  summons, 

Nor  thought  of  earth's  reward. 
Ye  saw  the  whitening  harvest, 

Ye  longed  to  reap  and  save, 
And,  loyal  to  your  Master, 

Your  life  and  vigor  gave. 

He  owned  the  precious  offering, 

He  crowned  the  earnest  toil, 
And  clustering  sheaves  well  garnered 

Display  the  heavenly  spoil. 
Blest  fields  that  bear  your  footprints! 

Glad  souls  to  Jesus  won! 
They  mid  the  darkness  brighten, 

To  glory  these  march  on. 

Courage !   ye  patient  toilers, 

The  silver  lining  grows  ; 
The  clouds  themselves  are  drifting, 

The  bow  of  promise  glows. 
Hark!  thrilling  shouts  of  triumph! 

The  mighty  swell  of  songs! 
Ride  on,  thou  conquering  Saviour! 

To  thee  the  world  belongs.  1570 


X0XG8  FOR  ALL   SEASONS.  119 

[April  20.  J    They  that  bo  wise  shall  shine  as  the  brightness  of  the  fir- 
mament ;  aid  they  that  turn  many  to  righteousness  as  the  stars  for 

ever  and  ever.     1>ax.  xii.  :;. 
One  star  diilereth  from  another  star  in  glory.     1  Cor.  xv.  41. 

THE   SHINING  THRONG. 

As  the  stars  in  yonder  sky 
Fill  their  varied  spheres  on  high, 
So  to  ransomed  souls  are  given, 
"\A Tien  they  pass  life's  tranquil  even, 
Blest  abodes  prepared  in  Heaven. 

As  the  stars  are  fixed  in  light, 
Through  the  ages  beaming  bright, 
So  when  saints  their  home  attain, 
Ne'er  shall  they  go  out  again, 
But  with  Christ  for  ever  reign. 

As  the  stars  at  morning's  blaze, 

Only  seem  to  lose  their  rays, 

So  the  called  we  mourn  and  miss, 
Live  and  shine  in  worlds  of  bliss, 
Far  from  clouds  that  darken  this. 

As  the  stars  with  constant  glow, 
Charm  and  guide  what  throngs  below, 
So  the  blest,  admired  above, 
With  us  in  example  move, 
Helping  still  through  deeds  of  love. 

As  the  stars  that  small  appear 
Would  be  wondrous  great  if  near, 
So  to  feeblest  saints  in  Heaven, 
Once  by  doubts  and  trials  driven, 
Glories  wonderful  are  given.  i875 


120      SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[April  30.]     The  king  was  a  leper  unto  the  day  of  his  death.  2  CHRO . 

xxvi.  21. 

Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  thou  canst  make  me  clean.    And  he ..  touched 
liim,  saying,  I  will ;  be  thou  made  clean.    Matt.  viii.  2,3. 

THE   LEPER  CLEANSED. 

Outside  the  crowd  that  Jesus  taught, 
As  wondrous  words  with  wisdom  fraught 
Fell  from  his  lips,  a  heavenly  fount, 
In  the  glad  Sermon  from  the  Mount, 
A  loathsome  leper  there  was  found, 
Attentive  to  the  gospel  sound. 

Enchained,  en  wrapt,  deep  through  his  soul 
The  rising  tides  of  feeling  roll, 
"While  the  Discourse  in  grandeur  grows, 
And  thoughts  so  solemn  mark  its  close; 
Then,  as  the  Teacher  rose,  withdrew, 
He  and  the  wondering  throng  pursue. 

' '  Though  all  unclean  and  cast  aside, 
And  every  sacred  boon  denied, 
Oh,  will  not  this  Great  Prophet  give 
The  favor  wished  and  bid  me  live  ? 
May  I  not  fall  before  his  face, 
Confess  his  power  and  trust  his  grace? " 

What  conflict  raged  within  his  heart ! 
To  Christ  would  go — then  feared  to  start : 
But  more  and  more  his  need  was  felt, 
Till  forth  he  rushed,  and  humbly  knelt, 
And  rjrayed  to  him  of  heavenly  mien, 
1 'Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  canst  make  me  clean."' 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  121 

kI  will — be  clean!  "  the  Saviour  said. 
And  touched  the  lowly  leper's  head: 
Quick  through  his  wan  and  wasting  frame 
A  thrill  of  strangest  rapture  came; 
Disease  and  pain — each  vestige  gone, 
He  hailed  a  new  creation's  dawn! 

Jesus  divine !  what  wondrous  power 

Attends  thy  word  in  mercy's  hour ! 

O  trembling  sinner,  Christ  believe, 

And  his  recovering  grace  receive ; 

Then,  cleansed  of  guilt,  and  all  forgiven, 

Thou  It  live  renewed,  an  heir  of  Heaven,      igoi 


[May  1.]     Thou  renewest  the  face  of  the  ground.    Ps.  civ.  30. 
Consider  the  lilies  of  the  Held,  how  they  grow.    3Iatt.  vi.  2S. 

BEAUTIFUL   MAY. 

Xow  we  sing  you  a  lay 

For  the  beautiful  May, 

So  charmingly  sweet  in  its  floral  display. 

Brightly  grepn  is  the  earth 
In  its  vernal  re-birth, 
And  the  birds  in  the  tree-tops  make  merriest  mirth. 

God  is  seen  every  hour, 
For  he  smiles  in  each  flower, 
And  earth's  resurrection  discloses  his  power. 

But,  receiving  his  grace, 
And  the  love  in  his  face, 
In  the  brighter  Xew  Heaven  he'll  give  us  a  place.   1579 


I 


122  SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[May  2.]     Then  shall  mine  enemies  turn  back  in  the  day  that  I  call: 
this  I  know,  that  God  is  for  me.    Ps.  lvi.  9. 
If  God  is  for  us,  who  is  against  us?    Bom.  viii.  31. 

HYMN  OF  TRUST. 

God  is  for  nie!  oh,  how  glorious! 

"Who  the  weakest  saint  can  harm? 
He  will  make  that  saint  victorious, 

Held  and  sheltered  by  his  arm: 
God  is  for  me — 

Nothing  shall  my  soul  alarm. 

Wonderful  the  gift  he  gave  me, 
Lost,  without  a  hope  or  claim; 

Matchless  mercy,  when  to  save  me 
Christ  the  Lord  of  glory  came! 

God  is  for  me, 
Thanks  eternal  to  his  name! 

Promises  how  great  and  precious 
Cheer  and  gladden  all  my  way; 

Peace  and  comfort,  sweet  and  gracious, 
Keep  me  in  their  blessed  sway. 

God  is  for  me, 
Guides  and  guards  me  day  by  day. 

Every  scene  his  goodness  brightens, 

His  enfolding  love  I  share; 
Present  help  each  burden  lightens, 

Never  fails  his  tender  care: 
God  is  for  me, 

Nothing  shall  my  trust  impair. 


SOXGS    FOR   ALL    SEASONS.  123 

All  my  heart  this  truth  shall  cherish, 
All  my  life,  dear  Lord,  be  thine; 

Then  were  earthly  good  to  perish, 
Thy  blest  smile  would  on  me  shine. 

God  is  for  me, 
I  am  his  and  he  is  mine. 

"When  shall  close  this  mortal  being, 

When  I  reach  the  other  side, 
Oh,  the  joy,  the  bliss  of  seeing 
Jesus  and  the  white-robed  bride ! 

God  is  for  me, 
Safe  he  '11  bring  me  o'er  the  tide.  1375 
«♦♦ 

[May  3.]    At  evening  time  there  shall  be  light.    Zec.  xiv.  7. 

In  all  these  things  we  are  more  than  conquerors  through  him  that 
loved  us.    BOM.  viii.  37. 

A  VESPER  LAY. 

What  though  our  years  touch  eventide, 
Where  strength  and  toil  are  laid  aside, 
Eternal  truth  and  right  remain, 
Warfares  to  wage  and  victories  gain. 

All  foes  outlived,  a  coming  day 
Shall  hail  their  blessed  world-wide  sway : 
So  faith  be  firm  and  patience  wait, 
Hands  ever  strong  and  hearts  elate. 

O'er  conquests  grand  we  now  rejoice, 
With  hope  inspiring  soul  and  voice ; 
Onward  we  look  to  clearer  light, 
And  Christ  triumphant  sing  to-night.  iss9 


124      SOXGS   FOE  ALL  8EAS0XS. 

[May  4.]     Remember  the  days  of  old,  consider  the  years  of  many  gen- 
erations.    DEUT.  xxxii.  7. 
Others  have  labored,  and  ye  arc  entered  tn.to  their  labor.    John 

iv.  38. 

THE  PASTS  BOUNTY. 

The  past,  by  progress  and  decay, 
Has  made  us  what  we  are  to-day ; 
Whate'er  we  prize  and  hold  in  store 
"We  have  from  those  who  lived  before. 

On  rugged  fields  they  wrought  with  care, 
"We  enter  in,  the  fruits  to  share : 
Scorn  not  this  wealth  in  trust  bestowed, 
Nor  lose  the  source  from  whence  it  flowed. 

We  are  not  shadows,  vapors  dim, 
Nor  dying  strains  of  vesper  hymn; 
Our  work  abides  when  we  are  gone, 
Our  footprints  crystallize  in  stone. 

W"e  have  no  past,  the  boon  's  not  ours, 
Till  pale  and  drop  the  first  fair  flowers : 
Our  minds  take  not  life's  deep  intent 
Till  well  we  scan  its  history  spent. 

The  problem  's  solved  in  care  and  toil ; 
These  are  our  teachers,  thence  our  spoil: 
Time  gone,  the  bliss  and  pain  it  brings, 
Come  back  in  deeper,  nobler  things. 

Grand  heritage !  and  naught  can  wrest 
This  glorious  past  when  once  possessed; 
Its  lessons  true,  affections  pure, 
Will  changeless  ever  more  endure.  is?o 


SOXGS    FOR    ALL  SEASOXS.  125 

[May  .3.]    What  manner  of  house  will  ye  build  unto  me?   Lsa.  lxvi.  1. 
Know  ye  not  that  ye  arc*  a  temple  of  God  ?     1  COB.  iii-  16. 

BUILDING  A  TEMPLE. 

Mark  the  cathedral,  grand  and  vast, 
Slowly  to  rise,  but  long  to  last ; 
Builders,  that  lay  foundations  deep, 
Cease  from  their  toil,  and  sink  to  sleep. 

The  generations  go,  and  come, 
Ere  walls  are  crowned  with  lofty  dome ; 
But  worshipers  are  found  the  while 
"Xeath  sheltering  arch  of  nave  or  aisle. 

They  hear  the  word,  the  prayer,  the  hymn, 
Though  walls  are  rude  and  windows  dim : 
The  workmen  plod — toil  ceases  not, 
But  shows  each  year  some  finished  spot. 

At  last,  far  down  the  track  of  time, 
The  temple  stands  complete,  sublime ; 
What  fair  proportions,  lofty  height, 
What  wondrous  blending  shade  and  light ! 

Each  gothic  arch,  of  point  so  true, 
Windows  to  let  the  glory  through ! 
Art,  beauty,  taste,  and  grandeur  given, 
Symbol  of  worship,  type  of  heaven. 

The  noblest  life  that  charms  our  own, 
From  youth's  true  dawn  has  upward  grown ; 
In  worthiest  deeds,  in  knowledge  meet, 
The  temple  rises,  stands  complete.  isrs 


126      SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[MAT  O.J     Run,  speak  to  this  young  man.    Zec.  ii.  4. 
I  have  written  unto  you,  young  men,  because  ye  are  s  trong,  and 
the  word  of  God  abideth  in  you,  and  ye  have  overcome  the  evil  one. 

1  John  ii.  14. 

A  YOUNG  MENS  INSTITUTE. 

Here  opens  Art  her  wealth  refined, 

To  all  who  hither  hie; 
That  wealth  shall  bless  the  earnest  mind, 
And  charm  the  eager  eye. 
Thus  lovely  landscapes  spreading  nigh 

Shall  lure  the  vagrant  hours 
To  scenes  where  smiles  a  favoring  sky, 
And  bloom  the  purest  flowers. 

Here,  at  the  close  of  toiling  day, 

Let  throngs  of  youth  repair, 
In  Learning's  fruitful  gardens  stray, 
And  lose  their  sordid  care. 
So  shall  the  mind  grow  large  and  fair, 

The  heart  be  blithe  and  pure, 
And  treasured  wisdom  each  shall  share, 
From  every  loss  secure. 

Here,  with  the  great  of  ages  fled, 

In  grandest  scenes  of  yore, 
Young  willing  feet  may  gladly  tread, 
Among  these  tomes  of  lore. 
Thus  wandering  oft  those  regions  o'er, 

Sweet  gales  shall  greet  the  soul, 
And  pearls  be  found  on  many  a  shore 
"Where  crystal  waters  roll. 


BONGS   FOR   ALL   SEASONS.  127 

Here,  too,  sweeps  by  the  living  world — 

The  thoughts  that  now  bear  sway; 
And  on  the  latest  scroll  unfurled 
Is  mapped  the  great  To -Day! 
So,  ere  the  vision  fades  away, 

The  mind  its  good  may  woo, 
And  feel  its  pulses  stronger  play, 

Life's  earnest  work  to  do.  i860 


[May  7. J     If  I  forget  thee,  O  Jerusalem,  let  my  right  hand  forget  her 
cunning.    Ps.  cxxxvii.  5. 
Love  the  brotherhood.    1  Pet.  ii.  17. 

LOVE  FOR  THE  CHURCH. 

The  saints  of  old  their  Zion  loved, 
Trials  their  strong  attachment  proved, 
Would  not  forget,  were  harps  unstrung, 
Jerusalem  they  oft  had  sung. 

So  ye,  renewed  by  gospel  grace, 

Should  find  the  Church  a  heavenly  place, 

Love  it  above  all  earthly  joy, 

For  it  your  noblest  powers  employ. 

Deep  mother  love  she  gives  to  you ; 
To  her  be  loving,  loyal,  true ; 
Waste  never  what  to  her  belongs — 
Your  service  best,  your  sweetest  songs. 

As  thrives  the  Church  all  good  shall  thrive ; 

She  's  God's,  to  make  the  dead  alive, 

Lift  up  the  fallen,  souls  prepare 

In  Heaven's  eternal  bliss  to  share.  i868 


128      SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  8.]     In  this  mountain  shall  the  Lord  of  hosts  make  unto  all 

peoples  a  feast  of  fat  things.    Is.v.  xxv.  6. 

When  the  king  came  in  to  behold  the  guests,  he  saw  there  a  man 
which  had  not  cm  a  wedding-garment.    Matt.  xxii.  11. 

THE  MARRIAGE  FEAST. 

The  gracious  King  of  heaven, 

The  majestic  holy  One, 
Hath  invitations  given 

To-  the  marriage  of  his  Son. 
Oh,  strange  that  mortals  bidden, 

Should  reject  the  loving  speech, 
And  let  the  feast  be  hidden 

Evermore  beyond  their  reach! 

The  love  that  makes  the  wedding, 

Will  not  fail  its  urgent  quests; 
So,  through  the  highways  treading, 

Servants  find  the  needed  guests. 
Oh,  blessed  grace  and  glory, 

Freely  offered  to  the  poor — 
Salvation's  festal  story, 

"Winning  souls  forevermore. 

When  comes  the  King  supernal, 

And  is  calling  for  each  guest 
To  share  the  feast  eternal 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
O  garment  of  redemption! 

Be  enwrap t     my  soul  about, 
Or  there  is  no  exemption 

From  the  doom  of  those  without.         i88o 


80N08  FOR  ALL   8EA80N8.  129 

[May  9.]    Unto  you  that  fear  my  name  shall  the  sun  of  righteousness 

arise  with  healing  in  his  wings.    Hal.  it.  2. 

He  that  foUoweth  me  shall  not  walk  in  darkness,  but  shall  have  the 
light  of  lite.    John  viii.  12. 

THE  SUN  OF  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

When  first  upon  me  broke, 

Thy  beams,  O  Sun! 
To  a  new  day  I  woke, 

New  race  to  run. 
Subdued  the  power  of  sin, 
Nature  has  fairer  been, 
Thy  light  and  glory  e'en 

As  Heaven  begun. 

"Wide  the  horizon  grew, 

And  grows  to-day; 
Things  beautiful  and  new 

Rise  'neath  thy  ray. 
Self  loathed  and  left  behind, 
Life  lost  a  life  to  find, 
To  thee  drawn  heart  and  mind, 

How  blest  my  way! 

Should  clouds  o'erhang  my  path, 

Veiling  the  sky, 
Tempests  break  forth  in  wrath, 

Billows  roll  high; 
Still  shines  thy  matchless  light, 
Outlives  the  darkest  night, 
Brings  morning  calm  and  bright, 

Is  always  nigh.  issg 


130       SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  10.]    The  maiden  was  fair  and  beautiful.    Esther  ii.  7. 
He  said,  Weep  not;  lor  she  is  not  dead,  but  sleepeth.  Luke  via.  52. 

SHE  SLEEPS  IN  BEAUTY. 

She  sleeps  in  beauty — heavenly  fair, 

Her  little-  form  seemed  not  as  dead ; 
As  though  an  angel  slumbered  there, 

I  gazed  upon  that  cradle  bed. 
Death's  hand  had  touched  the  silver  strings 

Which  bound  the  spirit  to  its  clay, 
And  as  it  soared  on  seraph  wings, 

She  slept — how  beautiful  she  lay ! 

She  sleeps  in  silence — oh,  how  still 

And  soft  her  peaceful  slumbers  are ! 
No  thunder  sound,  nor  clarion  shrill, 

Can  wake  that  gentle  sleeper  there. 
The  voice  of  friends  she  heeds  no  more, 

Nor  lists,  as  near  her  grave  they  tread ; 
Nor  will  that  dreamless  sleep  be  o'er, 

Till  Christ  shall  call  the  silent  dead. 

She  lives  with  Jesus — not  a  tear 

Shall  ever  dim  her  spirit's  eye ; 
For  in  that  bright  celestial  sphere, 

No  grief  is  found,  nor  danger  nigh. 
Safe,  in  the*  Saviour's  gentle  arms, 

Which  once  the  little  children  pressed, 
And  clothed  in  purest,  loveliest  charms, 

She  finds  a  sweet  and  peaceful  rest. 


SOXGS    FOR   ALL   SEASONS.  131 

She  lives  in  Heaven — oh,  who  would  call 

Her  radiant  spirit  from  its  home, 
And  cause  it  here,  in  mortal  thrall, 

This  sad  and  sinful  earth  to  roam. 
Unfading  bliss  is  hers  above, 

And  happier  far  that  blest  abode, 
Where  all  her  endless  life  is  love, 

Resplendent  with  the  smile  of  God.        \§±{\ 


ysixx  11.1     The  days  of  our  years  are  threescore  years  and  ten.— 
Ps.  xc.  10. 
Being  such  a  one  as  Paul  the  aged.    PH1LEM.  9. 

A  PASTORS  SEVENTIETH  BIRTHDRY. 

Threescore  and  ten !  bright,  grand  birthday ! 

Heart  thanks  for  him  who  sees  this  hour, 
Still  young  and  strong  our  souls  to  sway 

"With  poet  touch  and  pulpit  power. 

Hail!  faithful  servant,  who  has  reached 
The  honored  bound  that  now  appears, 

And  best  of  all  who  Christ  has  preached 
For  more  than  half  a  hundred  years. 

What  souls,  from  ways  of  sin  and  earth, 
Have  thro'  his  work  to  Christ  been  given ! 

What  pilgrims  of  immortal  birth 

Have  thus  been  led  and  trained  for  Heaven ! 

The  lingering  years  be  rich  and  calm, 
Till  life's  long-shining  sun  goes  down, 

Where  victory  blooms  in  glory's  palm, 

And  Pastor  wears  his  fadeless  crown.        18S3 


132      SONGS   FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  12. J  The  righteous  shall  flourish  like  the  palm  tree.  Ps.  xcii.  12. 
I  saw,  and  behold,  a  great  multitude  which  no  man  could  number, 
out  of  every  nation,  and  of  all  tribes  and  peoples  and  tongues,  stand- 
ing before  the  throne,  and  before  the  Lamb,  arrayed  in  white  robes, 
and  palms  in  their  hands.     Rev.  vii.  9. 

FLOURISHING  LIKE  THE  PALM. 

Planted  in  thy  house,  O  Lord, 

Mid  the  trees  of  righteousness, 
Watered  by  thy  sacred  "Word, 
Beautified  with  precious  grace, 
Ransomed  child  of  thine  I  am, 
Make  me  nourish  like  the  palm. 

Let  me  leave  the  world  below, 
Rise  above  its  sordid  strife, 
Daily  like  my  Saviour  grow, 
Robed  in  his  undying  life. 

Cleanse  my  soul,  O  healing  EarmJ 
It  will  flourish  like  the  palm. 

Let  my  wings  of  faith  be  spread, 

Bear  me  to  the  mercy-seat, 
Blend  my  spirit  with  its  Head, 
Make  me  thus  in  Christ  complete; 
So  my  heart,  pure,  firm  and  calm, 
Lives  to  flourish  like  the  palm. 

Let  my  leaves  be  green  and  fan, 
Clustering  fruits  in  me  abound, 
All  my  deeds  thy  love  declare, 
All  my  hopes  in  thee  be  found; 
Life  shall  be  a  joyous  psalm, 
Graceful,  useful,  like  the  palm. 


80NQS    FOR    ALL   SEASONS.  133 

When  full  age  at  last  has  come, 
When  beyond  the  Jordan-tide, 
Garnered  to  my  heavenly  home, 
Let  me  with  the  glorified, 

Sing  the  triumphs  of  the  Lamb, 
Bear  a  conqueror's  fadeless  palm.      isei 


[May  13.]     The  Lord  shall  arise  upon  thee,  and  his  glory  shall  be  seen 
upon  thee.    And  nations  shall  come  to  thy  light.    ISA.  lx.  2,  3. 
They  departed,  and  went  throughout  the  villages,  preaching  the  gos- 
pel.   Like  ix.  C. 

HOME   MISSIONS. 

Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  true  and  wise, 

Lift  up  the  voice  that  saves  and  cheers, 

Where  humble  homes  and  hamlets  rise, 
Along  our  country's  far  frontiers: 

There,  at  the  first,  Christ's  reign  begin; 

Bar  out  dark  unbelief  and  sin. 

See  homes  increase  and  hamlets  spread, 
Great  cities  rise  with  wealth  and  power ; 

Oh,  if  by  truth  their  hosts  be  led, 
We  hail  the  Gospel's  triumph  hour! 

Bright,  glorious  day  that  shall  record 

Our  millions  won  to  Christ  the  Lord ! 

From  frozen  climes  to  sunny  plains, 
From  stormy  coast  to  calmer  sea, 

Are  heard  the  sweet  immortal  strains 
Of  God's  salvation,  pure  and  free :        . 

O'er  regions  vast  toward  either  pole, 

The  tidal  waves  of  mercy  roll !  issg 


134  80ITGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  14. J    He  shall  grow  like  a  cedar  in  Lebanon.    Ps.  xcii.  VI. 

Speaking  truth  in  love,  may  grow  up  in  all  things  into  him,  which 
is  the  head,  even  Christ.     Eph.  iv.  16. 

GROWING  LIKE  A  CEDAR. 

The  righteous,  regaled  at  the  grace-opened  fountain, 
And,  feasting  each  day  on  divine  living  bread, 

Grows  strong  like  a  cedar  on  Lebanon's  mountain, 
The  Rock  underneath  and  the  Heaven  overhead. 

His  influence  widens  like  boughs  far  extending, 
To  cover  broad  spaces  with  hallowing  shade ; 

The  tender  and  weak  he  gives  bulwarks  defending, 
And  leads  them  to  strength  by  his  sheltering  aid. 

Cold  storms  and  wild  tempests  assail  him  with  rigor, 
He  stands,  he  endures,  he  enlarges  with  time ; 

His  life  hid  with  Christ — immortality's  vigor 
Pervades  it  with  freshness  and  glory  subhme. 

Material  meet  for  the  wonderful  building, 
Our  God  is  erecting  on  Zion's  glad  hill, 

The  Saviour  its  corner,  redemption  its  gilding, 
Its  vastness  and  splendor  the  universe  fill. 

His  life  has  a  fragrance  of  sweetness  and  beauty, 
The  smell  of  a  field  that  Jehovah  hath  blest ; 

On  scenes  of  his  prayers  and  spheres  of  his  duty 
The  holiest  memories  shall  linger  and  rest. 

O  God!  let  me  not,  to  the  dark  tents  of  Kedar, 
Depart  from  thy  Spirit,  from  Jesus  my  Guide ; 

But  grow  in  thy  courts  like  a  Lebanon  cedar, 
Rejoice  in  thy  love,  in  thy  service  abide.         ise* 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  135 

[May  15.]    I  will  declare  thy  name  unto  my  brethren :  in  the  midst  of 
the  congregation  will  I  praise  thee.     PS.  xxii.  22. 

For  thelove  of  Christ  constraineth  us.    2  Cor.  v.  11. 
SOMETHING  TOR  THEE. 

Saviour  !   thy  dying  love 

Thou  gayest  me, 
Nor  should  I  aught  withhold, 

Dear  Lord,  from  thee. 
In   love  my  soul  would  bow, 
My  heart  fulfill  its  vow, 
Some  offering  bring  thee  now, 

Something  for  thee. 

O'er  the  blest  mercy-seat 

Pleading  for  me, 
Upward  in  faith  I  look, 

Jesus,   to  thee  : 
Help  me  the  cross  to  bear, 
Thy  wondrous  love  declare, 
Some  song  to  raise,  or  prayer, 

Something  for  thee. 

Give  me  a  faithful  heart — 

Likeness  to  thee, 
That  each  departing  day 

Henceforth  may  see 
Some  work  of  love  begun, 
Some  deed  of  kindness  done, 
Some  wanderer  sought  and  won, 

Something  for  thee. 


136  SONGS  FOB  ALL   SEASONS. 

All  that  I  am  and  have — 

Thy  gifts  so  free —  * 

Ever,  in  joy  or  grief, 
My  Lord,  for  thee  : 

And  when  thy  face  I  see, 

My  ransomed  soul  shall  be, 

Through  all  eternity, 

Something  for  thee.  1862 


[May  16.]     They  pierced  my  hands  and  my  feet.    Ps.  xxii.  16. 

Far  be  it  from  me  to  glory,  save  in  the  cross  of  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ.    Gal.  vi.  14. 

THE  GROSS  OF  CHRIST. 

From  the  cross  of  Calvary's  mountain 
Flows  for  sin  the  cleansing  flood; 

Bathe  me,  Jesus,  in  that  fountain — 
Fountain  of  thy  precious  blood. 

There  my  faith  and  hope  are  centered, 

All  my  burdens  there  I  lay; 
There  salvation's  gate  I  entered— 

Entered  on  the  living  way. 

Dying  Lamb,  and  Prince  of  glory, 
Oh,  what  fullness  dwells  in  thee! 

Wondrous  cross!  how  sweet  the  story — 
Story  wondrous  sweet  to  me. 

Living  Saviour!  guide  me  ever, 
I  have  placed  my  hand  in  thine; 

Loving  Shepherd!  let  me  never — 

Never  leave  the  fold  divine.  isss 


SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  137 

[May  17.]  All  thy  Weaves  and  thy  billows  are  gone  over  me.  Ps.  xlii.  7. 
()  my  Father,  if  this  cannot  pass  away,  except  I  drink  it,  thy  will  be 
done.    Matt.  xxvi.  12. 

A  WONDROUS  GARDEN. 

There  is  a  wondrous  Garden  yet, 

Beyond  the  Kidron's  murmuring  flow, 

On  the  low  slope  of  Olivet, 

Where  ancient  trees  so  grandly  grow. 

Midnight  closed  o'er  that  olive  shade, 

Sad  moon  and  stars  looked  down  to  see 

The  Saviour's  conflict  as  he  prayed 

The  cup  might  pass,  if  that  could  be. 

How  deep  the  anguish  of  that  hour ! 

"What  waves  of  sorrow  o'er  him  roll ! 
'Twas  hell's  malignant,  awful  power 

Assailed  his  true  and  holy  soul. 

Christ  conquered  there ! — for  baffled  foe 
An  angel  came  how  strong  and  bright ; 

But  ah,  what  finite  mind  may  know 

The  death-like  struggle  of  that  night? 

What  Eden  lost,  0  Garden  dear ! 

In  thee  thro'  him  was  more  than  found ; 
His  sorrow  and  his  triumph  here 

Forever  consecrate  this  ground. 

O  lesson-fraught  Gethsemane! 

Thy  Sufferer  fills  my  heart  and  song ; 
All  blood-bought  souls  oft  think  of  thee 

With  deeper  love  and  faith  more  strong,  isso 


138      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[MAY  18.]    Ethiopia  shall  haste  to  stretch  out  her  hands  unto  God. 

Ps.  lxviii.  SI. 

I  am  debtor  both  to  Greeks  and  Barbarians,  both  to  the  wise  and  to 
the  foolish.    Hum.  i.  14. 

THE  CONGO  MISSION. 

Where  rolls  the  Congo  river, 

In  soft,  majestic  flow, 
Or  where  its  waters  quiver 

In  foaming  falls  below ; 
O'er  all  its  fertile  borders, 

"Where  millions  live  and  die, 
Oppressed  by  sin's  disorders — 
"Come,  help  us!"  is  the  cry. 

Shall  commerce  track  the  region, 

And  lead  an  eager  train? 
Shall  traffic  with  its  legion 

Brave  death  itself  for  gain? 
And  shall  the  Lord's  anointed, 

Who  know  the  truth  and  life, 
To  save  the  world  appointed, 

Be  backward  in  the  strife? 

Awake,  ye  hosts  of  Zion! 

Behold  the  favored  hour; 
Your  Captain's  word  rely  on — 

His  strength  shall  be  your  power* 
Forth  to  the  field  before  you, 

His  harbingers  have  gone; 
And  now,  his  banner  o'er  you, 

He  calls,  "Come  on,  come  on!" 


SONGS    FOR   ALL    SEASONS.  139 

Give,  saints!  as  God  hath  given, 

And  see  as  your  reward 
Dense  pagan  darkness  riven, 

And  Christ  received  as  Lord. 
While  you  the  work  engages, 

A  continent  in  gloom 
Shall  burst  the  chains  of  ages, 

And  rise  in  light  to  bloom.  i885 


<♦► 


[May  19.]    He  is  the  messenger  of  the  Lord  of  hosts.    Mal.  ii.  7. 

Tend  the  flock  of  God  which  is  among  you,  exercising  the  oversight. 
1  Pet.  v.  2. 

THE  CHRISTIAN  SHEPHERD. 

The  shepherd  true  is  like  his  Lord, 
His  life  with  His  in  sweet  accord ; 
He  walks  the  path  the  saints  have  trod, 
And  those  astray  leads  back  to  God. 

By  sick  and  dying  bows  in  prayer, 
Brings  words  of  peace  and  comfort  there ; 
The  mourning  soul  of  sorrow  heals, 
With  weeping  weeps,  their  sadness  feels. 

He  joys  to  fight  the  hosts  of  sin, 
New  triumphs  for  the  cross  to  win ; 
To  roll  from  earth  the  tides  of  woe, 
And  make  celestial  fountains  flow. 

In  Christ  alone  he  finds  the  grace 
To  reach  and  save  our  sinful  race ; 
The  flock  he  leads  in  useful  ways, 
The  world  to  bless  and  God  to  praise.         i853 


140      SONGS   FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  20. J     Art  not  thou  from  everlasting,  O  Lord  my  God,  mine  Holy 
One?  we  shall  not  die.    Hab.  i.  12. 
That  they  may  lay  hold  on  the  life  which  is  life  indeed.  1  Tim.  vi.  19. 

SONG  FOR  THE  SOUL. 

Mortal,  wake!  the  spell  is  broken! 

God  hath  made  thy  spirit  free; 
On  it  he  hath  stamped  the  token 
Of  thy  being  yet  to  be! 

In  the  future,  far  outstretching, 
See  the  picture  thou  art  sketching! 

Life  is  not  thy  earthly  staying, 

Death  is  not  to  breathe  thy  last ; 
Souls  can  not  be  here  delaying, 
Spirits  live  not  in  the  past: 
Destiny  is  all  before  thee — 
Lo,  its  star  is  beaming  o'er  thee! 

Art  thou  faithful,  upward  tending? 

Glory  waiteth  for  thee  there; 
Art  thou  faithless?  life's  dark  ending 
Sinks  thee  downward  to  despair: 
Ask  thy  spirit  where  it  goeth — 
Question  closely — for  it  knoweth! 

Mark  the  path  thy  feet  are  treading — 

See  thy  footprints  left  behind ; 
What  the  influence  thou  art  spreading 
In  the  commonwealth  of  Mind? 
Raiseth  it  toward  Heaven's  portal, 
Longings  of  thy  brother  mortal? 


JSOXGS   FOB   ALL  SEASONS.  141 

Look  upon  the  boundless  acres, 

Where  the  whitening  harvest  stands; 
Hear  the  mandate — 't  is  thy  Maker's — 
There  employ  thy  heart  and  hands: 
Beap!  and  all-enriching  wages 
Shall  be  thine  through  coming  ages! 

Give  thy  life  to  earnest  duty, 

Give  the  energy  of  youth  ; 
Then  shall  scenes  of  glorious  beauty 
Crown  fidelity  to  truth : 

Earth  shall  bless  thee  for  thy  living — 
Heaven  shall  ring  with  thy  thanksgiving !  isi6 


[May  21.]    They  shall  behold  a  far  stretching  land.    Isa.  xxxiii.  17. 
And  there  shall  be  night  no  more.    Rev.  xxii.  5. 

VISION  OF  THE  LAND  OF  LIGHT. 

Some  hallowed  moment,  how  the  soul  serene 
Peers  through  the  veil  of  this  terrestrial  scene, 
Ascends  the  loftiest  steeps  of  heavenly  thought, 
Takes  in  the  outlook  to  that  vision  brought. 

There  wondrous  realms  to  sight  illumined  rise, 
Bathed  in  the  splendor  of  celestial  skies ; 
There  stretch  away  in  endless  lines  of  light, 
Vistas  of  beauty  never  marred  by  blight. 

All  charms,  all  grandeurs,  and  all  glories  blend 
In  the  broad  landscape  where  no  nights  descend ; 
And  there  what  myiiad  beings  dwell  and  shine, 
In  joy  as  rapturous  as  in  form  divine!  1857 


142      SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  22.]    Let  us  go  up  to  the  mountain  of  the  Lord.    Mic.  iv.  2. 

As  he  was  praying,  the  fashion  of  his  countenance  was  altered,  and 
his  raiment  became  white  and  dazzling.    Luke  ix.  29. 

AS  JESUS  PRAYED. 

As  Jesus  prayed  on  Tabor's  height, 

His  face  with  glory  shone; 
So,  Father,  lift  on  me  the  light 
Of  thy  dear  visage,  smiling  bright, 

While  prostrate  at  thy  throne. 

As  Jesus  prayed,  his  way-worn  dress 

In  heavenly  whiteness  beamed; 
So,  with  thy  glorious  righteousness, 
Saviour,  infold,  enrobe,  and  bless 
My  soul,  thy  blood  redeemed. 

As  Jesus  prayed,  came  guests  from  Heaven, 

And  talked  of  Calvary: 
To  aid  me,  oft  by  trials  driven, 
Let  angel  messengers  be  given, 

And  speak  thy  peace  to  me. 

Where  Jesus  prayed,  th'  o'ershadowing  cloud, 

The  bright  Shekinah,  came; 
So,  at  thy  feet  in  reverence  bowed, 
Let  thy  sweet  presence  me  enshroud, 

My  love  and  zeal  inflame. 

"Where  Jesus  prayed,  the  Father's  word 

In  love  declared  his  Son: 
Oh,  ever  in  my  heart  be  heard 
The  voice  of  my  approving  Lord — 

Claim  me  in  love  thine  own. 


80N98  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  143 

"Where  Jesus  prayed — like  Heaven  the  scene, 

A  glory  hallowed  j^lace: 
1 11  pray  till  on  God's  mount  serene, 
Christ  bids  me  with  his  saints  convene, 

Transfigured  by  his  grace.  i863 

«♦» 

[May  23. J  My  word,  .shall  accomplish  that  which  [please.  Isa.1v.  11. 
Taught  in  him, even  as  truth  is  in  Jesus.    Eph.  iv.  21. 

GOSPEL  TRUTH. 

Truth  is  glorious,  truth  will  conquer, 
Tis  the  Spirit's  piercing  blade, 

Cleasing  sin  and  soul  asunder, 

While  it  heals  the  wound  it  made. 

Truth  shall  reach  the  mind  in  darkness, 

Even  move  the  iron  heart, 
Guilt  disclose,  and  bring  repentance, 

Bidding  tears  of  sorrow  start. 

Marvelous  the  melting  story 

Calvary's  bloody  cross  reveals; 

Wondrously  the  voice  of  mercy 
Through  the  broken  spirit  peals. 

Great  the  triumphs  of  the  Gospel, 

Grand  the  victories  of  love; 
Oh,  the  mightiness  of  weapons 

From  the  armory  above! 

Not  the  force  of  human  valor, 

Not  the  warrior's  steel  and  mail, 

Not  all  art  of  man's  invention, 

Siege  the  soul  and  thus  prevail.  1349 


144  SOJSTGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  24.]     Thou  makest  the  outgoings  of  the  morning  and  evening 

to  rejoice.    Ps.  lxv.  8. 

When  day  was  now  breaking,  Jesus  stood  on  the  beach.    John 
xxi.  iv. 

MORNING  IN  PALESTINE. 

The  brightening  beams  of  early  day 
Are  melting  night's  last  gloom  away; 
The  stars,  retreating  one  by  one, 
Pale  in  the  glory  of  the  sun. 

The  mystic  meteors  of  the  sky 
Cease  to  attract  the  watcher's  eye ; 
The  specter  shadows  in  the  vales 
Trip  off  along  their  morning  trails. 

The  dreamy  stillness  of  the  hour 
Is  broke  by  life's  awaking  power; 
In  leafy  bough  or  on  the  wing, 
The  merry  birds  their  matins  sing. 

Adown  the  hillsides  slanting  creep 
Soft  waves  of  light  to  valleys  deep; 
A  thousand  dew-drops,  turned  to  gems, 
Give  floral  heads  their  diadems. 

The  crystal  lakelets  doubly  show 
All  things  that  on  their  margins  grow; 
And  light  is  gleaming,  Galilee, 
Upon  thy  pure  and  hallowed  sea. 

Gilboa's  top's  no  longer  dim, 
-     Nor  Ebal  dark,  nor  Gerizim: 

God's  tints  of  beauty  o'er  thee  shine, 

O  lovely  land  of  Palestine!  1354 


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[May  25.]     I  shall  be  satisfied,  when  I  awake,  with  thy  likeness.    Ps. 

xvii.  15. 

The  hour  Cometh,  in  which  all  that  are  in  the  tombs  shall  hear  his 
voice,  and  shall  come  forth.    John  V.  28. 

THE   RESURRECTION. 

The  Lord  descends !  the  trumpet  peals ! 

The  sound  the  vast  creation  shakes ; 
The  trembling  earth  his  presence  feels, 

And  every  tomb  responsive  breaks ! 

The  saints  come  forth  their  Lord  to  greet, 
And  Heaven's  bright  throng  as  angels  fair; 

The  parted  long  with  rapture  meet, 
And  songs  of  joy  fill  all  the  air. 

Like  Christ's  all-glorious  form  divine, 
Their  own  are  made  in  this  glad  hour ; 

Henceforth  with  him  to  reign  and  shine, 
Clothed  in  immortal  life  and  power. 

That  shining  host,  as  radiant  stars, 

Flood  all  the  sky,  God's  jewels  bright ; 

Blood-washed  and  crowned,  no  evil  mars 
Their  heritage  of  full  delight. 

"What  beauty  gleams  on  every  brow 
Of  all  that  countless  ransomed  train ! 

They  shout  the  last  grand  triumph  now 
O'er  death's  dread  power  and  dark  domain. 

Inspiring  hope !  Oh,  welcome  sight, 
"When  we  our  Lord's  return  shall  see, 

And  through  his  resurrection  might 

Attain  our  promised  destiny !  1879 


146  S01STGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  26.]    It  shall  be  a  jubilee  unto  you.    Lev.  xxv.  10. 

Go  ye  therefore,  and  make  disciples  of  all  the  nations.  MAT.xxviii. 
19. 

A  MISSIONARY  JUBILEE. 

Go  preach  to  every  creature,  said  the  risen,  living 

Lord ; 
Inspired  Apostles  listened  to  th'  evangelizing  word ; 
Earth  beamed  with  light  and  glory  as  the  gracious 

news  was  heard ; 

Our  King  marched  conquering  on! 

We  meet  where,  fifty  years  ago,  the  heavenly  germ 

was  born ; 
God's  blessing  made  its  promise  as  the  beauty  of 

the  morn, 
And  shaketh  now  like  Lebanon  that  springing  grain 

of  corn: 

All  hail  the  Jubilee ! 

With  the  first  few  that  bore  the  cross  to  Burma's 

darkened  land, 
The  fathers,  linked  in  labor  here,  have  met  o'er 

Jordan's  strand  ; 
Oh,  may  their  mantles  wrap  their  sons,  a  great  and 

growing  band, 

As  they  go  marching  on! 

At  this  high  Jubilee  we  sing,  Behold  what  God 

hath  wrought ! 
What  conquests  for  Imrnanuel  in  many  a  battle 

fought ! 


SONGS    FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  147 

And  at  the  next,  God  give  the  boon — the  world  for 
Jesus  sought. 

Oh,  let  thy  kingdom  come ! 

The  groaning  earth,  a  suffering  race,  for  Christ's 

redemption  waits ; 
O  King  of  glory,   come  and  reign!    be  lifted  up, 

ye  gates! 
He  shall  come  in,  his  scepter  sway — the  scene  our 

souls  elates ! 

Our  God  is  marching  on  !  1864 


[MAT  27.]     Incline  your  ear,  and  come  unto  me.    IsA.  lv.  3. 
Come;  for  all  things  are  now  ready.    Luke  xiv.  17. 

SALVATIONS  PRINCE. 

Salvation's  Prince  is  marching  on,  by  loyal  hearts 
confessed ; 

He  comes  to  rescue  captive  souls,  to  give  the  bur- 
dened rest, 

And  amnesty  for  sin  proclaim — oh,  hail  the  pardon 
blest, 

And  to  his  banner  come ! 

Now  rally,  all  ye  soldiers  in  the  army  of  the  Lamb ; 
Prepare  for  glorious  victories  through  his  almighty 

Name, 
And  be  the  watchword,  as  ye  march,  your  Captain's 

glad  acclaim : 

All  things  are  ready,  come !  lN>1 


148  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[May  28.]     The  opening  of  thy  words  giveth  light.    Ps.  cxix.  130. 

Lydia . .  whose  heart  the  Lord  opened,  to  give  heed  unto  the  things 
spoken  by  Paul.    Acts  xvi.  14. 

PHILIPPI. 

No  synagogue  erected 

Philippi's  gate  witliin, 
A  few  devout  collected 

Where  prayer  had  often  been. 
'Twas  near  the  Gangas'  waters, 

Low  raurniuring  as  they  creep, 
That  Judah's  sons  and  daughters 

Then*  ancient  worship  keep. 

Responsive  to  the  vision — 

The  Macedonian  cry — 
Paul's  prompt  and  firm  decision 

Has  brought  the  Gospel  nigh. 
The  roofless  tent  received  him, 

He  spoke  of  Christ  the  Lord, 
And  opened  hearts  believed  him, 

Attending  to  the  Word. 

Then,  by  a  good  confession, 

The  quickened  from  the  dead 
Are,  in  their  faith's  expression, 

Baptized  into  their  Head. 
The  Church  of  Christ  is  founded^ 

The  first  on  Europe's  shore, 
Which  Lydia' s  faith  unbounded 

Embalms  for  evermore. 


JSOJSTGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  149 

From  many  a  distant  city, 

From  regions  dark  and  broad, 
The  cry  for  help  and  pity 

Should  stir  the  hosts  of  God, 
To  preach  the  great  salvation, 

And  build  the  Church  divine, 
Where  souls  of  every  nation 

In  sin  and  error  pine.  i884 
*♦+ 

[May  29.]     Yea,  I  have  a  goodly  heritage.    Ps.  xvi.  6. 
One  soweth,  and  another  reapeth.    John  iv.  37. 

OUR  HERITAGE. 

The  saintly  souls,  so  noble,  true, 
That  from  the  past  rise  up  to  view, 
Wrought  till  their  day  of  toil  was  o'er, 
Then  joined  the  faithful  gone  before. 

Their  life,  so  like  a  tale  that's  told, 
Soon  to  its  measured  limit  rolled; 
Tho'  words  are  gone,  and  sounds  have  died, 
The  story  lives — 'twill  e'er  abide. 

Still  ours,  because  they  're  here  no  more, 
But  left  us  mantles  once  they  wore; 
Our  highest  wealth,  soul-pulses  felt, 
Are  virtues  rare  that  in  them  dwelt. 

Whate'er  adorns  and  crowns  our  life, 
From  suffering,  toil,  unwearied  strife, 
Is  wrought — the  purest  robe  of  love, 
Whose  warp  and  woof  long  years  have  wove.  1370 


150  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[MAT  30.]     Precious  shall  their  blood  be  in  his  sight.    Ps.  lxxii.  14. 
Waxed  mighty  in  war,  turned  to  flight  armies.    Heb.  xi.  34. 

OUR  DEAD  HEROES. 

Flowers  for  the  missed  ones,  fresh  in  their  bloom, 
Gifts  of  the  grateful  brighten  their  tomb. 
Sing  the  glad  anthems  loved  they  so  well, 
Speak  of  their  loyalty,  deeds  of  theirs  tell ; 
Visit  each  grave  with  a  floral  oblation, 
Leave  where  they  slumber  love's  sweet  decoration. 

Tears  for  the  brave  ones,  fallen  in  strife, 

Liberty's  martyrs  giving  their  life ; 

Patriot  soldiers,  loving  their  land, 

Hasting  to  battle,  heroes  so  grand ; 
Honor  their  memories  on  history's  pages, 
Build  for  them  monuments  lasting  through  ages ! 

Dirges  for  brothers  sleeping  in  death ; 

Faced  they  the  cannon's  sulphurous  breath ! 

Feared  not  the  foeman,  never  would  yield, 

Bled  for  their  country,  died  on  the  field ! 
Precious  their  offering,  let  it  be  cherished! 
Gratitude  give  them,  for  nobly  they  perished. 

Fame  for  the  true  hearts,  true  to  the  Flag ; 

Strong  for  the  Union,  firm  as  the  crag ; 

Fire-blasts  of  battle,  missiles  of  lead, 

Turned  them  not  backward,  laying  them  dead ! 
Valor  like  theirs  with  earth's  choicest  is  blended 
Long  as  the  Flag  waves,  so  bravely  defended! 


SONGS    FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  151 

Garlands  unfading  give  to  our  braves ; 

Flowers  immortal  bloom  on  their  graves! 

Veteran  warriors,  young  hearts  and  bold, 

Foremost  in  conflict — silent  and  cold! 
Memory  keeps  and  rehearses  their  story ; 
Die  not  their  names,  star-lighted  with  glory ! 

Rest  for  the  martyred,  rest  in  the  grave ; 

Thunders  of  battle  wake  not  the  brave ; 

War-drum  and  shouting,  musketry's  roar, 

Rolling  loud  o'er  them,  heeded  no  more ! 
Peace  that  they  fought  for  came  to  us  timely, 
Freedom  they  died  for  triumphed  sublimely !     i866 


[May  31.]    Thy  glory,  O  Israel,  is  slain  upon  thy  high  places.   2  Sam 
i.  19. 
A  good  soldier  of  Christ  Jesus.    2  Tim.  ii.  3. 

HIS  COUNTRY  GALLED. 

His  country  called !  her  urgent  voice  he  heard, 
And  patriot  ardor  deep  his  spirit  stirred ; 
Forth  to  the  early  field  of  strife  he  flew, 
Faithful  to  God,  to  Freedom's  banner  true. 

In  nature  gentle,  generous,  and  mild, 
Tender  as  woman,  guileless  as  a  child ; 
As  cheerful  as  the  light,  serenely  grave, 
A  Christian  soldier,  bravest  of  the  brave. 

His  kindly  friendship,  noble,  pure,  sincere, 
Won  kindred  hearts  and  made  them  ever  dear: 
At  home,  in  camp  and  field,  'twas  e'er  the  same. 
Associates  joyed  to  speak  or  hear  his  name. 


152  SOXGS    FOE  ALL  JSEASOJVS. 

That  awful  charge !  how  gallant  and  how  well 
He  met  the  fearful  task,  and  nobly  fell! 
His  comrades  mourned  a  loving  brother  slain, 
And  soldiers'  tears  fell  fast  like  summer  rain.  is64 
<♦* 

[JUNE  1.]    I  see  him,  but  not  now:  I  behold  him,  but  not  nigh.— 
NCM.  xxiv.  17. 
Sir,  we  would  see  Jesus.    John  xii.  21. 

SEEING  JESUS. 

We  would  see  the  blessed  Jesus, 

Though  our  sight  be  poor  and  dim: 

Sinless,  perfect,  wondrous  Being, 
Oh,  what  beauty  shines  in  him! 

We  would  see  the  lowly  Saviour, 
"Who  in  human  pathways  trod: 

In  the  Son  we  see  the  Father, 
Near  to  us,  a  gracious  God. 

We  would  see  the  precious  Jesus, 

See  him  as  incarnate  Love — 
On  the  cross  the  sinner's  ransom; 

Pleading  at  the  throne  above. 

We  would  see  the  tender  Saviour, 

Share  his  sympathy  in  grief; 
In  our  dark  o'erwhelming  sorrows 

His  sweet  comfort  gives  relief. 

We  would  see,  by  faith's  clear  vision, 
Jesus  all  our  life  and  peace — 

Gaze,  we  would,  till  we  are  like  him, 

Till  we  see  him  face  to  face.  1867 


SONGS   FOR   ALL  SEASONS.  153 

[June  2. J     Thou  rulest  the  pride  of  the  sea :  when  the  waves  thereof 

arise,  thou  stillest  them.     Ps.  lxxxix.  9. 

He  awoke,  and  rebuked  the  wind,  and  said  unto  the  sea,  Peace,  be 
still.    Mark  iv.  39. 

THE  SAVIOURS  VOICE. 

The  winds  are  fierce,  the  storm  is  loud, 
The  frightful  waves  roll  swift  and  high; 

Above,  a  dark  and  threatening  cloud 
Obscures  the  azure  vaulted  sky. 

A  bark  is  on  the  foaming  deep, 

And  terror  fills  the  seamen's  breast: 

Jesus  is  there,  but,  wrapped  in  sleep, 
Seems  not  to  heed  their  wild  unrest. 

Vainly  they  strive  against  the  storm, 
To  bring  the  vessel  safe  to  shore; 

In  dread  of  pending  fatal  harm, 

They  wake  their  Lord  and  aid  implore. 

He  stands  amidst  the  awful  scene — 
The  winds,  rebuked,  obey  his  will; 

The  boisterous  sea  is  calm,  serene, 

At  the  blest  mandate,  "Peace,  be  still." 

Like  seamen  on  the  ocean's  tide, 
Bound  to  a  far  and  foreign  clime, 

O'er  life's  rough  sea  we  swiftly  glide, 
And  pass  beyond  the  verge  of  time. 

If  storms  should  rage  and  hearts  be  sad, 
And  hope  give  way  to  grief  and  fear, 

Still  this  one  thought  should  make  us  glad, 
The  Saviour,  though  he  sleep,  is  near. 


154      SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

Should  even  the  darkest  tempest  rise, 
Presaging  gloom  and  threatening  ill, 

How  soon  'twill  vanish  from  our  skies 
When  Jesus  speaketh,  "Peace,  be  still. 

How  sweet  the  comfort  of  that  voice, 
"When  to  the  anxious  soul  'tis  given! 

It  bids  the  troubled  heart  rejoice, 

And  o'er  it  sheds  the  calm  of  Heaven. 


1839 


[June  '?>.}     The  Lord  giveth  the  word :  the  women  that  publish  the 
tidings  are  a  great  host.     Ps.  lxviii.  11. 
In  due  season  we  shall  reap,  if  we  faint  not.     Gal.  vi.  9. 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL  ANNIVERSARY. 

The  Master  is  present — we  meet  in  his  name ; 
The  Spirit  will  guide  us,  our  spirits  inflame 
"With  heavenly  wisdom  and  Pentecost  fire, 
If  we  look  for  his  help  with  strong  faith  and  desire. 

The  past  is  assuring !  the  Lord  has  come  down, 
And  given  us  converts,  our  joy  and  our  crown; 
In  our  work  we  rejoice,  with  the  angels  above, 
O'er  widening  triumphs  of  Christ's  mighty  love. 

But  vast  are  the  fields  that  still  rise  to  our  view, 
And  blessed  the  promise,  so  cheering  and  true, 
That  faithful  seed-sowers,  in  patience  and  tears, 
Shall  be  laden  with  sheaves  in  the  glad  harvest  years. 

Then  forward !  go  forward !  there 's  glory  before, 
A  heavenly  Leader,  a  song  on  the  shore ! 
The  Cloud  Pillar,  beckoning,  hangs  from  the  sky, 
And  beyond  every  Marah  an  Elim  is  nigh.         1374 


SONGS  FOB  ALL   SEASONS.  155 

[Junk  4.]    Woe  unto  them  that  call  evil  good,  and  good  evil;  that  put 
darkness  for  light,  and  light  for  darkness.    ISA.  v.  20. 
Beware  of  false  prophets,  which  come  to  you  in  sheep's  clothing,  but 

inwardly  are  ravening  wolves.    By  their  fruits  ye  shall  know  them. — 

Matt.  vii.  15. 

PILGRIM  SONS. 

Pilgrim  sons!  on  ground  enchanted 

Linger  not  in  soft  repose; 
'Tis  by  wolves  and  sirens  haunted, 

Wakeful,  wily,  scheming  foes. 

Watchful  ever!    Arch  deceivers 

Would  our  holiest  things  displace, 

While  defiant  unbelievers 

Scorn  the  word  of  truth  and  grace. 

Look!  the  Man  of  Sin  approaching, 
Clad  in  dark  and  baleful  might, 

On  our  dearest  hopes  encroaching, 
Spreads  his  desolating  blight. 

Sons  of  light!  awake  from  sleeping, 

Give  to  all  the  Book  divine! 
Truth  and  Liberty  are  weeping — 

Shall  our  altar-fires  decline? 

Breathe  upon  us,  mighty  Spirit! 

Arm  our  Israel  for  the  strife; 
Let  the  Church  from  thee  inherit 

Power  prevailing  through  thy  life. 

Generous  toil  and  alms  bestowing, 

She  shall  make  our  broad  land  bloom, 

Whose  reflected  light,  far  flowing, 

Shall  the  wider  world  illume.  1345 


156       SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  5.]    Ask  now  of  the  days  that  are  past.    Deut.  iv.  32. 
Christ  also  loved  the  church,  and  gave  himself  up  for  it.    Eph.  v.  25. 

THE  CENTURY  CHURCH. 

To-day  thought's  current  backward  rolls, 

Through  time's  unceasing  flow, 
And  finds  a  band  of  faithful  souls 

A  hundred  years  ago. 
They  gathered  here  and  formed  the  Church 

Mid  earnest  prayers  and  tears; 
Their  work  sublime  outlived  their  time — 

It  spans  a  hundred  years! 

They  bore  the  banner  as  they  might, 

And  clung  in  faith  to  God; 
True  to  the  truth,  and  strong  for  right, 

The  Church  has  safely  stood. 
Faint,  yet  pursuing,  sorely  tried, 

Sometimes  dark  seemed  the  day, 
Then  came  the  light  with  the  Spirit's  might, 

And  blessings  cheered  their  way. 

In  humble  temples  here  they  reared 

And  gave  unto  the  Lord, 
His  grace  and  glory  oft  appeared — 

They  feasted  on  the  Word. 
So  they  their  generations  served, 

Patient  mid  hopes  and  fears; 
They  worked  and  wept,  the  true  faith  kept, 

And  live  a  hundred  years! 

What  faithful  watchmen  on  these  walls 
Have  sped  the  gospel  sound! 


SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  157 

And  many  a  soul,  the  Christ  who  calls, 
Han  heard  and  sought  and  found. 

With  joy  these  shepherds  of  the  flock 
Welcomed  each  ransomed  one; 

In  paths  well  tried  they  led  the  bride 
The  way  the  Lord  had  gone. 

And  here  when  prayers  and  toils  were  o'er, 
These  hundred  years  gone  by, 

How  many  saints  have  reached  the  shore 
That  holds  their  home  on  high! 

From  sacred  scenes,  communions  sweet, 
And  Zion's  songs  divine, 

They  soared  above  to  realms  of  love, 

And  there  in  glory  shine.  1873 

<♦> 

[June  6.]    He  that  is  wise  winneth  souls.    Prov.  xi.  30. 
As  the  Father  hath  sent  me,  even  so  send  I  you.    John  xx.  21. 

PIONEER  PASTORS. 

Chkist's  chosen !  well  their  work  was  done, 
Who,  with  the  souls  they  sought  and  won, 
Built  up,  through  willing  hearts  and  hands, 
The  Shepherd's  few  and  scattered  bands. 

The  flocks  they  fed,  the  folds  prepared, 
Toils  and  privations  freely  shared, 
Sowed  the  good  seed  in  tears  and  cares, 
Nor  failed  their  faith,  nor  ceased  their  prayers. 

Foundations  wisely  laid  in  hope, 
Plans  well  devised  for  breadth  and  scope, 
Brought  blest  returns,  if  scant  in  store, 
Enriched  their  souls,  and  ours  the  more.     1375 


158  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  7.]    The  voice  of  weeping  shall  no  more  be  heard  in  her,  nor 
the  voice  of  crying.     ISA.  lxv.  19. 
And  God  shall  wipe  away  every  tear  from  their  eyes.    Rev.  vii.  17. 

THE  TEARLESS  LAND. 

No  tears  in  Heaven!    Oh,  blessed  thought! 
City  of  God  with  splendors  fraught, 
Who  can  its  glorious  things  unfold — 
Harps,  robes,  and  crowns,  and  bliss  untold, 

Where  shine  the  saints  in  endless  day, 

And  every  tear  is  wiped  away ! 

How  oft  is  wept  by  mourners  here 

The  humbling  penitential  tear! 

Angels  rejoice  when  such  are  shed 

By  souls  that  hence  are  heavenward  led ; 
When  hither  called,  and  entering  in, 
They  weep  no  more  o'er  self  and  sin. 

By  deep  bereavement  sorely  tried, 
How  every  earthly  fount  seems  dried! 
But  all  the  streams  of  trouble  cease, 
And  souls  find  sweet,  unbroken  peace, 
As  to  their  rest  they  soar  on  high, 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye. 

Life  seems  a  wasting  scene  of  care, 
To  hearts  that  anxious  burdens  bear : 
Oh,  happy  change,  whene'er  'tis  given 
To  pass  the  opening  gate  to  Heaven ! 

No  boding  thought  e'er  shades  the  mind 

Where  every  tear  is  left  behind. 


S0N08    FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  169 

Nor  there  those  crystal  drops  that  here 

Sometimes  as  tears  of  joy  appear, 

For  every  weeping  night  is  past, 

And  morning  joys  shall  ever  last. 

Blest  world  of  love,  sweet  realm  of  bliss, 
Free  from  the  tears  that  fall  in  this !        1^5 


[Junk  8.]     Before  they  call  I  will  answer;  and  while  they  are  yet 
speaking,  I  will  hear.     Isa.  lxv.  24. 

Looked  . .  into  heaven  and  saw  the  glory  of  God,  and  Jesus.    Acts 
vii.  55. 

HER  LAST  WORDS. 

As  beautiful  and  angel-like  she  waited, 

With  loving  parents  anxious  by  her  bed: 
She  pleasantly  looked  up,  and  then  related : 
"I've  tried  to  pray,  and  pray  again,''  she  said, 
With  earnest  wish  the  words  of  prayer  to  keep, 
"But  can  not  finish,  for  I  fall  asleep." 

"My  dearest  daughter,"  said  her  tender  father, 

1 '  The  Lord  will  hear  and  bless  you  all  the  same ; 
'Tis  not  so  much  the  words  of  prayer,  but  rather 
Your  heart's  desire,  upborne  in  his  sweet  name, 
That  he  beholds  with  sympathizing  love, 
And  sends  the  gracious  answer  from  above. " 

This  gave  her  comfort,  and  on  Jesus'  bosom 
She  seemed  most  calmly,  sweetly,  to  recline. 

As  to  the  sunbeams  turns  the  dew-bent  blossom, 
She  upward  gazed  toward  glories  all  divine, 

As  if  a  loving  view  of  Christ  to  keep, 

When  weary  nature  sank  in  gentle  sleep.        is6? 


160       SONGS    FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  9.]    Behold,  he  cometh,  saith  the  Lord  of  hosts.    Mal.  iii.  1. 

Being  found  in  fashion  as  a  man,  he  humbled  himself,  becoming 
obedient  even  unto  death.    Phil.  ii.  8. 

CHRIST  ON  EARTH. 

The  King  of  glory  came  to  earth, 
The  promised  child  of  heavenly  birth, 
That  children  all  may  know  and  love 
The  Saviour  from  the  world  above. 

In  wisdom  as  in  form  he  grew, 
Obedient,  faithful,  ever  true; 
A  blest  example  thus  to  give, 
That  youth  may  seek  like  him  to  live. 

The  sinless  Man  of  Nazareth 
Still  to  the  weary  toilers  saith, 
That  while  in  labor,  pain  or  grief, 
To  think  of  him  brings  sweet  relief. 

Temptations  fierce  and  strong  and  sore, 
And  all  our  burdens,  Jesus  bore; 
He  knows  each  weakness,  failure,  sin, 
And  shows  us  how  to  strive  and  win. 

His  works  of  mercy  and  of  might — 
For  sickness  health,  for  blindness  sight — 
Foretold  Messiah's  brighter  day 
Under  the  Spirit's  gracious  sway. 

Ah,  more  than  all,  the  Son  of  God 
Alone  the  dreadful  wine-press  trod : 
The  Garden  woe,  the  Calvary  cross 
Bring  life  to  us — to  him  its  loss. 


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And  yet  he  lives — the  risen  King! 
Graves  lose  their  victory,  death  its  sting, 
And  all  the  saints  in  Christ  secure 
Salvation  free,  for  ever  sure.  iggo 


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[June  10.]    He  shall  gather  the  lambs  in  his  arm,  and  carry  them  in 

his  bosom.    ISA.  xl.  11. 

Suffer  the  little  children,  and  forbid  them  notrto  come  unto  me  :  for 
of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven.    Matt.  xix.  14. 

CHRIST  BLESSING  LITTLE  CHILDREN. 

A  beautiful  picture,  charmingly  grand ! 

I  gaze  with  enraptured  delight, 
And  I  seem  to  stand  in  the  far  Holy  Land, 
Beyond  the  swift  Jordan's  uneven  strand, 

With  the  real  scene  in  sight. 

The  holy  and  blessed  Saviour  I  see, 
With  love  and  rebuke  in  his  eye : 
Let  them  come  to  me,  little  children  to  me, 
Of  such  shall  the  kingdom  of  heaven  be — 
Mothers,  bring  your  darlings  nigh. 

They  lovingly  come  before  Jesus  there, 

Or  nestle  close  up  to  his  breast, 
While  with  tenderest  care  and  holiest  prayer 
His  hands  softly  press  o'er  their  golden  hair, 
Where  his  benedictions  rest. 

Oh,  sweestest  of  scenes !  how  its  beauties  shine 

Beyond  all  attraction  of  art ! 
Dearest  Shepherd  divine,  let  th'  children  be  thine, 
Put  thy  blessed  hands  on  the  heads  of  mine, 

And  thy  love  within  each  heart.  ig62 


162       SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS, 

[June  11. J     Remember  also  thy  Creator,  in  the  days  of  thy  youth.— 

Eccl.  xii.  1. 

Now  is  the  acceptable  time;  behold,  now  is  the  day  of  salvation. — 
2  Cor.  vi.2. 

YOUTHFUL   PIETY. 

How  tender  the  message,  how  golden  the  truth. 
Oh,  listen,  dear  children!  attend,  precious  youth! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  the  Spirit,  the  heavenly  Dove, 
Tour  Creator  remember,  remember  and  love. 

In  life's  early  morning,  so  beauteous  and  fair, 
Ere  the  burden  of  sorrow  or  pressure  of  care 
Shall  a  dread  unbelief  to  your  spirits  impart, 
Oh,  think  of  the  Saviour  and  give  him  your  heart ! 

The  world,  were  it  yours,  it  could  never  bestow 
The  robe  of  salvation  that' s  whiter  than  snow ; 
Ah !  the  loss  that  awaits  you,  the  painful  regret, 
If  for  pleasure  you  live — your  Creator  forget. 

Remember  him  now!  it  is  wisdom's  sweet  voice  ; 
Turn,  turn  from  all  sin,  make  a  heavenly  choice ; 
Wait  not  for  the  morrow,  the  call  is  to-day — 
The  best  of  all  blessings  is  lost  by  delay. 

Oh,  think  of  the  sad  and  the  desolate  lot 
Of  the  man  in  old  age  who  his  God  has  forgot ; 
Evil  days  are  upon  him,  no  soul-peace  is  given, 
No  Saviour's  support,  and  no  treasure  in  Heaven! 

If  the  Lord  you  remember  to  love  and  obey, 
Tour  pathway  shall  brighten  till  life's  closing  day, 
And  then  through  the  gate  of  the  City  of  God 
Tour  souls  shall  ascend  to  that  glorious  abode.    1576 


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[June  12.]     Come,  ye  children,  hearken  unto  me ;  I  will  teach  you  the 
fear  of  the  Lord.     l's.  xxxiv.  11. 
Consider  the  lilies  of  the  field,  how  they  grow.    Matt.  vi.  28. 

CHILDREN'S   DAY. 

Glad  earth  her  wealth  discloses, 
And  shines  in  bright  array, 

As  June's  sweet  month  of  roses 
Brings  round  the  Children's  Day. 

Each  grateful  heart  now  raises 

Its  thanks  to  God  above, 
And  in  his  temple  praises 
The  Saviour  s  wondrous  love. 

Of  lilies  once  he  told  us, 

That  we  might  trust  the  Lord; 

His  hand  will  lead  and  hold  us, 
If  we  obey  his  word. 

Dear  children,  think  about  him, 

And  hear  his  voice  to-day; 
You  can  not  do  without  him 

As  life  shall  pass  away.  i877 

4++ 

[June  13. J     The  merciful  man  doeth  good  to  his  own  soul :  but  he  that 
is  cruel  troubleth  his  own  flesh.    Prov.  xi.  17. 
Be  tenderly  affectioned  one  to  another.    Rom.  xii.  10. 

BE  KIND  AT  HOME. 

Be  kind  in  thy  household. 

Be  cheery  and  bright; 
There's  a  beauty  in  kindness 

That  beams  like  the  light. 


164       SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

Be  patient  and  loving, 

Whatever  may  come; 
For  the  sake  of  the  dear  ones 

Be  kind  in  thy  home. 

To  the  wife  of  thy  bosom, 

Oft  cumbered  with  care, 
Be  tender  and  thoughtful 

Each  burden  to  share; 
Be  generous  and  noble, 

With  sympathy  meet, 
And  hallow  with  kindness 

A  union  so  sweet. 

Be  kind  to  the  children, 

Nor  check  the  fresh  love 
That  would  make  them  as  angels, 

Glad  gifts  from  above. 
Their  young  hearts  are  tender, 

Sad  tears  may  quick  come; 
Provoke  not,  by  ill  tempers, 

The  dear  ones  at  home. 

To  all  in  the  household, 

To  greatest  and  least, 
To  persons  that  serve  thee, 

To  toil-weary  beast, 
Be  forbearing  and  gentle, 

Be  cheery  and  bright; 
There's  a  beauty  in  kindness 

That  beams  like  the  light.  is?7 


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[June  14.]     The  heart  of  the  prudent  getteth  knowledge ;  and  the  ear 
ol  the  wise  seeketh  knowledge.     PBOV.  xviii.  15. 
In  your  faith  supply  virtue ;  and  in  your  virtue  knowledge.  2  PET.  1.5. 

THE  REALM  OF  KNOWLEDGE. 

The  realm  of  knowledge  widely  spreads, 
All  boundless  are  its  vast  domains; 

Majestic  mountains  lift  their  heads, 
And  smile  upon  the  beauteous  plains. 

Deep  winding  vales,  with  verdure  crowned, 
Extend  through  all  this  blooming  land; 

Here  silvery  lakes  and  streams  abound, 
And  breezy  forests  old  and  grand. 

Exhaustless  mines  of  glittering  gold 
Beneath  the  flowery  surface  He ; 

Above  is  gloriously  unrolled 

The  star-bright  banner  of  the  sky. 

How  beautiful  this  widening  world, 

What  lovely  scenes  are  here  enshrined, 

What  radiant  splendors  are  unfurled, 
To  glad  the  eye  and  feast  the  mind ! 

Ho !  come,  and  climb  its  peerless  hills, 
Range  by  its  pearly-margined  tides, 

While  deepening  joy  thy  spirit  thrills, 
And  wisdom  every  footstep  guides. 

Turn  from  the  cares  of  sordid  strife, 
Let  nobler  ends  thy  labor  claim ; 

Here  consecrate  the  powers  of  life, 

And  reach  the  goal  of  heavenly  fame.       i852 


166  SOJVGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  15.]    Can  thine  heart  endure,  or  can  thine  hands  be  strong,  in 
the  days  that  I  shall  deal  with  thee?    Eze.  xxii.  14. 
He  that  endureth  to  the  end,  the  same  shall  be  saved.  Mark  xiii.  13. 

ENDURANCE. 

The  gospel  message  taught  me 

The  gloom  of  nature's  night; 
From  this  the  Spirit  brought  me 

To  new-born  life  and  light. 
Within  this  world  of  beauty 

I  longed  to  walk  secure, 
Pursue  each  path  of  duty, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Unfailing  grace  preserved  me 

In  every  threatening  hour, 
While  truth  and  hope  have  nerved  me 

With  more  than  mortal  power. 
How  blest  in  every  station 

To  feel  one's  footing  sure, 
Stand  strong  amidst  temptation, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

But  weak  is  man's  endeavor, 

With  human  strength  alone; 
His  soul  is  needing  ever 

A  girding  from  the  Throne. 
An  unseen  force  must  hold  him 

From  every  sinful  lure; 
If  Jesus'  arms  enfold  him 

He'll  to  the  end  endure. 


SOXGS    FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  167 

This  humble  way  pursuing, 

Each  truly  faithful  soul, 
All  foes  and  fears  subduing, 

Shall  reach  the  promised  goal. 
There,  in  exalted  station, 

Now  glorified  and  pure, 
He'll  share  the  great  salvation 

With  all  who  thus  endure.  1882 


[June  16.]    O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  excellent  is  thy  name  in  all  the 
earth!    Ps.  viii.  9. 
My  fellow-workers,  whose  names  are  in  the  book  of  life.  Phil.iv.  3. 

AUTOGRAPHS. 

Bright  stars  along  the  heaven, 

Sweet  flowers  in  fields  below, 
Grand  mountains  in  their  ranges, 

Clear  rivers  as  they  flow, 
As  lessons  of  their  Maker, 

His  love  and  power  declare; 
In  sacred  letters  written, 

His  autograph  is  there. 

A  world  of  kindly  friendship 

In  beauty  round  us  lies; 
How  lovely  are  its  landscapes, 

How  pure  its  beaming  skies! 
The  names  of  those  who  form  it 

Will  ever  cherished  be, 
And  pleasant  memories  waken 

Their  autographs  to  see.  i874 


168      SOSGS    FOB  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[JUNE  17.]  Thine  eyes  shall  see  the  king  in  his  beauty.  Isa.  xxxiii.17. 

We  shall  be  like  him;  for  we  shall  see  him  even  as  he  is.    1  John 
iii.  2. 

SEEING  THE  KING  IN  HIS  BEAUTY. 

I  shall  see  him  in  his  beauty, 

When  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
See  him,  altogether  lovely — 
King  and  Lord  whom  I  adore: 
With  saints  and  angels  praising, 
In  open  vision  gazing, 
See  my  Saviour  evermore. 

In  his  glory  I  shall  see  him, 

As  he  shone  on  Tabor's  height, 

In  celestial  vestment  splendors, 

And  the  Cloud  -  Shekinah  bright, 

"When  prophets  high  in  heaven 

Return  to  earth  were  given, 

To  confer  with  him  that  night. 

Not  as  when  among  the  lowly, 

Sick  he  healed,  the  hungry  fed, 
Bearing  insults  from  the  scornful, 
By  man's  hate  to  Calvary  led — 
My  eyes  shall  then  behold  him, 
Where  glorious  scenes  enfold  him, 
Many  crowns  upon  his  head. 

I  shall  see  him  in  his  beauty, 

Shall  be  with  him — so  he  prayed — 

And  transfigured  shall  be  like  him, 
By  his  grace  in  me  displayed: 


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My  King!    for  thy  salvation, 
In  grateful  adoration, 
At  thy  feet  my  all  be  laid.  i889 
<♦♦ 

[June  18.]     The  latter  glory  of  this  house  shall  be  greater  than  the 

former,  saith  the  Lord  of  hosts.    HAG.  ii.  9. 

Go  ye,  and  stand  and  speak  in  the  temple  to  the  people  all  the  words 
of  this  life,     acts  v.  20. 

THE  LORDS  HOUSE  REBUILT. 

We  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  memories  sweet, 
That  cluster  round  our  former  home ; 

And  now,  as  here  we  joyful  meet, 
Oh,  with  thy  richer  mercies  come. 

This  latter  house,  of  ampler  space 
And  fairer  form,  we  give  to  thee ; 

Thy  presence  ever  fill  the  place, 

The  Spirit's  power  thy  servants  see. 

Thy  Word  of  Life,  unfolded  here, 
As  food  to  hungry  souls  be  given ; 

Prayer  earnest  reach  thy  bending  ear, 

And  heartfelt  praise  rise  sweet  to  Heaven. 

Here  throngs  of  precious  souls  believe 
The  gracious  message  from  above, 

The  birth  divine  with  joy  receive, 

The  new  life  crown  with  works  of  love. 

Here  converts  oft  their  Saviour  own, 
And  well-tried  saints  rejoice  anew, 

All  join  to  make  his  kingdom  known, 

Till  they  its  heavenly  glories  view.  ig71 


170      SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  19.J    Ye  shall  call  upon  me,  and  ye  sliall  go  and  pray  unto  me 

and  I  will  hearken  unto  you.    Jeh.  xxix.  12. 

Whensoever  ye  Btand  praying,  forgive,  if  ye  have  aught  against  any 
one.    Mark  xi.  25. 

PRAYER  AND  FORGIVENESS. 

Strength  to  prevail,  O  Lord, 

Must  come  from  thee  alone — 
Faith's  grasp  upon  thy  word, 
Its  hold  upon  thy  throne, 
Its  strong,  persistent,  deathless  pleading, 
That  brings  the  blessings  we  are  needing. 

Anoint  us  from  above, 

Create  the  deep  desire, 
Constrain  with  Christ's  own  love, 
Touch  all  our  hearts  with  fire, 
And  make  our  wills  with  thine  agreeing, 
That  prayer  may  go  from  faith  to  seeing. 

Thanks  for  the  pledge  so  sure, 
The  range  so  large  and  free, 
Full  answers  to  secure, 

"When  faith  bears  up  the  plea. 
Amid  what  treasures  souls  are  basking, 
That  know  this  privilege  of  asking. 

"Whene'er  we  stand  or  kneel, 

To  pour  our  hearts  to  thee, 
Forgiveness  may  we  feel — 
Ourselves  forgiven  be: 
Let  not  our  prayers  be  unavailing, 
Through  unbelief  or  sinful  failing.  1882 


JSOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS  171 

(JUNE  ^O.J     Thou  shalt  remember  all  the  way  which  the  Lord  thy  God 
hath  led  thee  . .  to  prove  thee.     DEUT.  viii.  2. 
Call  to  remembrance  the  former  days.    Heb.  x.  32. 

DIVINE   REMEMBRANCE. 

O  God  of  love  and  grace, 
Thou  art  our  dwelling  place, 

Amid  the  years: 
Thy  pillared  cloud  by  day, 
With  night -illuming  ray, 
Hath  guided  all  our  way 

Of  hopes  and  fears. 

Out*  fathers  knew  thy  power 
In  every  trying  hour, 

And  to  thy  throne 
Their  want  and  weakness  brought, 
For  strength  and  wisdom  sought; 
So  patiently  they  wrought 

To  make  thee  known. 

Their  earnest  voice  was  heard, 
As  on  thy  changeless  "Word 

The  Church  they  built. 
How  hath  it  grown  and  stood, 
Its  branches  fair  and  good, 
Nurtured  by  Calvary's  blood, 

And  cleansed  from  guilt. 

Still,  Lord,  with  us  abide, 
Our  labors  bless  and  guide, 
Let  grace  abound; 


172  SO&GS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

Take  now  thine  own  great  might, 

Put  all  thy  foes  to  flight, 

And  spread  thy  truth  and  light 

The  world  around.  i872 


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[June  21.]     This  is  my  beloved  and  this  is  my  friend.    Cant.  v.  16. 

Himself  hath  said,  I  will  in  no  wise  fail  thee,  neither  will  I  in  any 
wise  forsake  thee.    Heb.  xiii.  5. 

THE  CHANGELESS  ONE. 

There  is  a  little  vine, 
That  humbly  trails  along  the  forest  glade, 
Whose  verdant  hues  and  beauties  never  fade, 

Nor  cease  for  once  to  shine. 

It  lives  in  spring's  glad  hour, 
And  is  the  same  'neath  summer's  sunny  skies ; 
Sere  autumn's  frosty  fingers  it  defies, 

Nor  yields  to  winter's  power. 

Such  is  the  changeless  love, 
The  pure  affection  of  that  lasting  Friend, 
Whose  smile  imparts  a  joy  that  ne'er  shall  end — 

A  boon  from  heaven  above. 

Whatever  be  our  lot, 
Sickness  or  health,  or  trial's  darkest  hour ; 
If  friends  forsake,  and  tempests  o'er  us  lower, 

That  Friend  forsaketh  not. 

Be  all  our  trust  in  him, 
As  pilgrims  through  this  dnful  world  we  go ; 
His  quenchless  love,  a  balm  for  every  woe, 

Shall  ne'er  grow  cold  or  dim.  1342 


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[JUNE  22.]     In  the  night  his  song  shall  be  with  me.    Ps.  xlii.  8. 

We  look  for  new  heavens  and  a  new  earth,  wherein  dwelleth  right- 
eousness.   2  Pet.  iii.  13. 

A  NIGHT  SONG. 

Night,  beautiful  Night! 

Oh,  for  gifts  divine ! 
For  the  pure  intellectual  light, 
For  the  fire  of  genius  bright, 

On  my  soul  to  shine ! 
Then  would  I  siug  of  thy  splendor, 
And  praise  to  thy  majesty  render, 

Night,  beautiful  Night ! 

Stars,  glorious  Stars ! 

Gleaming  as  of  old ; 
Of  the  heavenly  vault  are  ye  crystal  spars  ? 
What  things  are  within  your  silver  bars? 

Let  the  tale  be  told ; 
Let  my  thoughts,  so  long  to  you  soaring, 
Your  mysteries  deep  be  exploring, 

Stars,  glorious  Stars! 

Earth,  wonderful  Earth ! 

Wrapt  in  alien  gloom ; 
Beauty  and  blessing  marked  thy  birth ; 
Error  and  woe  have  caused  thy  dearth ; 

Truth  shall  make  thee  bloom. 
Wanes  thy  night,  and  the  coming  morning 
Shall  bring  thee  a  new  and  pure  adorning, 

Earth,  wonderful  Earth! 


174  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Heaven,  mysterious  Heaven! 

Dream  of  bliss  to  be ; 
Not  unto  flesh  and  blood  are  given — 
For  them  thy  veil  shall  ne'er  be  riven — 

Hope  and  home  in  thee. 
Beyond  these  stars,  thou  land  immortal, 
The  pure  soul  finds  thy  welcome  portal, 

Heaven,  mysterious  Heaven!  1357 


[June  23.]     While  I  was  musing  the  fire  kindled  :  then  spake  I  with 
with  my  tongue.    Ps.  xxxix.  3. 
They  sing  as  it  were  a  new  song.    IIev.  xiv.  3. 

THOUGHT  AND  SONG. 

Thought,  all-boundless  Thought! 

Of  the  mind  thou  'rt  born  ; 
Forth  into  light,  as  the  brain  hath  wrought, 
By  toil  and  pain  thy  jewels  are  brought, 

Bright  as  tints  of  morn. 
Throughout  the  universe  thou  art  sweeping, 
Its  marvelous  treasures  are  in  thy  keeping, 

Thought,  all-boundless  Thought! 

Song,  inspiring  Song! 

For  thy  touch  of  power 
Waiteth  the  singer  wistful  and  long ; 
Give  to  him  utterance  sweet  and  strong ; 

Come  at  this  still  hour ; 
Suggest  high  themes  that  he  should  be  singing, 
Kindle  the  tones  of  his  harp's  glad  ringing, 

Song,  inspiring  Song!  1857 


SOXGS    FOR    ALL    8EA80N8. 


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[June  24.]     Give  ear,  O  Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  that  leadest  Joseph 

like  a  flock.     PS.  lxxx.  1. 

I  am  the  good  shepherd;  and  I  know  mine  own,  and  mine  own 
know  me.    John  x.  14. 

MY   SHEPHERD-PSALM  XXIII. 

My  Shepherd  is  the  Lord, 

My  want  is  o'er; 
Sheltered  in  his  regard, 

I  stray  no  more. 
By  waters  calm  he  leads, 
Rests  me  in  verdant  meads; 
My  soul,  with  all  its  needs, 

He  doth  restore. 

Guiding  aright  my  path, 

His  name  I  love ; 
Such  power  his  presence  hath, 

All  ills  above, 
Though  in  death's  vale  and  shade, 
I  will  not  be  afraid, 
His  rod  and  staff  shall  aid 

And  comfort  prove. 

A  table  he  hath  spread 

Amidst  my  foes; 
His  blessing  on  my  head, 

My  cup  o'erflows: 
Goodness  and  mercy  sure 
Shall  follow  and  endure, 
His  house  my  home  secure, 

My  heaven's  repose.  i889 


176      SOXGS   FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  25.]     In  thy  presence  is  fullness  of  joy;  in  thy  right  band  are 
pleasures  forevermore.     Ps.  xvi.  11. 
The  fashion  of  this  world  passeth  away.     1  Cor.  vii.  31. 

THE  CONTRAST. 

Earth's  hopes,  so  bright, 
To  future  good  extending, 
With  scenes  of  beauty  blending, 
Sometimes  reveal  their  ending, 

A  cheerless  blight. 

The  friends  we  love, 
Whose  presence  soothes  our  sadness, 
And  fills  our  hearts  with  gladness — 
As  if  impelled  with  madness, 

Death  bears  above. 

Though  not  in  this, 
Yet,  in  the  world  supernal, 
Where  life  is  always  vernal, 
And  pleasures  are  eternal, 

Reigns  endless  bliss. 

Perennial  there, 
The  tearless  eye  entrancing, 
Wherever  falls  its  glancing, 
Celestial  flowers  are  dancing 

Mid  balmiest  air. 

And  there  shall  meet, 
To  part  no  more  for  ever, 
The  friends  whom  naught  can  sever, 
For  death  shall  enter  never 

The  golden  street.  1844 


SOXGS    FOR    ALL  SEASOXS.  177 

[June  26. J    Arise,  go  . .  and  preach  . .  the  preaching  that  I  bid  thee. 

Jonah  iii.  2. 

They  therefore  that  were  scattered  abroad    went  about  preaching 
the  word.    Acts  viii.  4. 

THE  FIRST  PREACHERS. 

Preach  the  word  in  every  nation, 

Gospel  truth  to  all  our  race; 
Let  them  know  the  blest  salvation, 

Bid  them  take  redeming  grace! 

Joyful  then  to  distant  regions 
Flew  the  heralds  of  the  cross; 

Met  and  won  what  hostile  legions, 
Oft  in  peril,  pain,  and  loss. 

Theirs  the  zeal  that  knew  no  waning, 
Christ  to  preach  and  souls  to  gain, 

Founding  churches,  converts  training, 
Till  in  each  his  life  should  reign. 

Earth's  vain  pleasures  left,  despising, 

Gloried  they  in  Jesus'  name, 
Suffered  for  his  kingdom's  rising, 

Glad  its  triumphs  to  proclaim. 

Faithful  preachers!   blest  evangel! 

Gifts  the  Lord  ascending  gave ; 
Work  most  royal — not  an  angel 

Could  a  sinner  reach  and  save! 

Crowned  at  last,  a  sunlike  luster 
Hallows  all  their  home  divine ; 

As  the  stars,  a  radiant  cluster, 

They  in  endless  glory  shine.  1375 


178  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  27. J    Who  will  go  for  us?  .  .  Here  am  I;  send  me.    ISA.  vi.  8. 
To  preach  the  gospel  even  unto  the  parts  beyond.    2  Cor.  x.  16. 

SAILING  OF   MISSIONARIES. 

Where  yonder  ship  lies  waiting  by  the  shore, 
See  gathering  groups  at  early  noontide  pour. 
Sweetly  the  voice  of  praise  and  prayer  ascends, 
And  faithful  hearts  to  care  divine  commends. 

The  last  adieu  to  friends  and  kindred  given, 
Moved  by  selectest  gales  from  favoring  heaven, 
The  freighted  vessel  from  her  mooring  starts, 
And  bears  away  those  missionary  hearts. 

Oh,  clap  your  hands,  ye  ocean  isles  afar, 
And  catch  the  glimmering  of  the  Morning  Star ! 
Rejoice,  ye  pagan  lands,  awake,  and  sing, 
Welcome  the  heralds  of  the  heavenly  King ! 

Be  glad  each  lowly  vale  and  mountain  high, 
Morn  breaks,  and  your  redeeming  hour  is  nigh. 
Oh,  soon,  from  all  your  gloomy  realms  shall  rise 
The  soul's  pure  incense  to  the  upper  skies! 

Temples  of  Boodh  and  Brania  shall  decay, 
Blind,  burdening  idol-worship  pass  away, 
And  the  broad  banner  of  the  cross,  unfurled, 
Shall  float  triumphant  o'er  a  ransomed  world. 

Meager  the  prize  for  which  earth's  heroes  fought, 
Placed  by  the  service  these  disciples  sought ; 
And  how  shall  fade  mere  worldly  great  renown 
Before  the  splendor  of  their  heavenly  crown !  is46 


SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  179 

[Junk  28.]    Incline  your  ear,  and  come  unto  me;  hear,  and  your  soul 

shall  live.     l8A.lv.  3. 

Take  my  yoke  upon  you,  and  learn  of  me ;  for  I  am  meek  and  lowly 
in  heart :  and  ye  shall  find  rest  unto  your  souls.    Matt.  xi.  29. 

INVITATION. 

Ye,  who  bask  in  life's  fair  morning, 

Hoping  for  long  years  of  bliss, 
Ne'er  forget  the  soul's  adorning, 

Nor  the  world  awaiting  this. 
Purer  joys  than  earth  is  giving 

Flow  from  Jesus's  love  and  truth; 
Find  the  fount  of  waters  living 

In  the  sunny  days  of  youth. 

Ye,  the  paths  of  wealth  pursuing, 

Mid  the  bustling  cares  of  life, 
Numerous  years  more  golden  viewing 

Past  the  scenes  of  present  strife; 
Pause,  and  let  your  thoughts  be  toning 

To  the  treasure  Christ  bestows; 
Grasp  it  while  life's  lamp  is  burning, 

It  alone  gives  soul  repose. 

Voyagers,  on  life's  troubled  ocean, 

Would  you  reach  the  port  of  peace  1 
Turn  away  from  earth's  commotion, 

From  its  sins  and  follies  cease: 
Come  ye,  now!  though  long  delaying, 

Heed  the  invitation  blest; 
Come,  the  Saviour  still  is  saying, 

Take  my  yoke,  't  will  bring  you  rest,    i&to 


180  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[June  29.]    Wherewithal  shall  a  young  man  cleanse  his  way?  By  tak- 
ing heed  thereto  according  to  thy  word.    Ps.  cxix.  9. 
Jesus  looking  upon  him  loved  him,  and  said  unto  him,  One  thing 

thou  lackest.    Mark  x.21. 

THE  RICH  YOUNG  MAN. 

The  Saviour  saw  and  loved  him, 

Urging  his  eager  quest; 
But  when  his  word  had  proved  him, 

He  would  not  stand  the  test. 
Not  for  the  wealth  supernal 

Would  he  the  earthly  leave; 
Not  glorious  life  eternal 
From  Jesus  thus  receive. 

He  went  away  in  sorrow 

From  near  the  Saviour's  feet; 
What  promise  gave  the  morrow? 

What  joy  could  it  repeat? 
Declined  celestial  treasure 

That  might  have  been  his  own — 
Better  than  all  earth's  pleasure, 

Grander  than  monarch's  throne. 

He  went  away  in  sadness, 

For  in  his  soul  a  voice 
Hushed  every  note  of  gladness 

As  it  rebuked  his  choice. 
Immortal  riches  spurning, 

A  blissful  home  above — 
To  bitterness  was  turning 

The  good  that  held  his  love. 


SONGS  FOR  ALL   SEASONS.  181 

O  ye!  in  life's  bright  morning, 

"Who  grasp  what  earth  can  give, 
Find  here  a  sacred  warning 

That  bids  you  turn  and  live. 
The  soul  from  Jesus  going, 

True  peace  can  never  know; 
To  flesh  for  ever  sowing, 

The  harvest  must  be  woe.  iss2 


[June  30.]    Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee?    And  there  is  none 
upon  earth  that  I  desire  beside  thee.    Ps.  lxxiii.  25. 

Lord,  to  whom  shall  we  go?  thou  hast  the  words  of  eternal  life. — 
John  vi.68. 

NONE  BUT  CHRIST. 

Lord  Jesus,  should  I  go  from  thee, 
To  whom  for  refuge  could  I  flee? 
In  thee,  where  truth  and  grace  abound, 
Alone,  is  life  eternal  found. 

Unworthy,  sinful,  though  I  am, 
I  come  to  thee,  O  dying  Lamb! 
No  sacrifice,  no  blood  but  thine, 
Avails  to  cleanse  this  soul  of  mine. 

Aside  from  thee,  the  Life,  the  Way, 
I  should  for  ever  go  astray; 
Oh,  keep  me,  Jesus,  near  thy  heart, 
Nor  let  my  love  from  thee  depart. 

I  know  thy  name,  I  trust  in  thee; 
Thou  art  life's  Fountain,  full  and  free; 
Me  in  thy  love,  O  Saviour,  bind; 
My  hope,  my  all,  in  thee  I  find.  issy 


182  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

f  July  1.]    I  will  also  give  thee  for  a  light  to  the  Gentiles,  that  thou 
mayest  be  my  salvation  unto  the  end  of  the  earth.    ISA.  xlix.  6. 
Jesus  spake  . .  saying,  1  am  the  light  of  the  world.    John  viii.  12. 

THE  LIGHT  OF  THE  WORLD. 

Light  of  the  world !  but  once  of  lowly  station, 

Born  in  the  stall  at  Bethlehem ; 
Now  on  the  throne,  supreme  in  exaltation, 

Wearing  the  kingly  diadem. 
Here  among  mortals,  sinless,  yet  oft  sighing, 

Solving  the  great  redeeming  plan ; 
On  the  uplifted  cross  in  anguish  dying, 
Mystical  power  to  draw  the  race  supplying, 

Tasting  of  death  for  every  man. 

Light  of  the  world !  its  sin-strong  fetters  breaking, 

Staying  the  fateful  tide  of  wrath ; 
Mercy  disclosing  and  probation  making, 

Opening  to  all  a  hopeful  path. 
So  to  the  race  reprieved  come  life  and  blessing, 

All  the  vast  benefits  of  time, 
Purpose  and  act  with  freedom  coalescing, 
Every  rich  gift  of  mind  and  heart's  possessing, 

Treasures  unbounded  and  sublime. 

Light  of  the  world !  and,  pitying  its  condition, 
Pierced  the  dread  gloom  of  its  despair ; 

Set  it  anear  to  God  and  heaven's  fruition, 
Souls  thus  to  show  the  glory  there. 

So,  with  a  world-encompassing  affection, 
Infants  of  all  our  smitten  race, 

Beached  by  an  offering  of  divine  selection, 


I 


SONGS    FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  183 

Clasped  in  the  saving  arms  of  love's  protection, 
Share  the  propitiating  grace. 

Light  of  the  world ! — salvation  in  abundance, 
Bought  at  such  price,  and  free  to  all! 

God's  gift  amazing,  life  e'en  to  redundance, 
Urged  by  the  Spirit's  silent  call. 

O  ye  guilt-stained !  in  penitence  awaken, 
Pardon  implead  through  Jesus'  name ; 

Haste  to  this  Refuge,  and  by  faith  unshaken 

Walk  in  the  Light !  else  be  in  sin  o'ertaken 
By  its  desert  of  quenchless  flame.  i885 


[July  2.]    This  is  his  name  whereby  he  shall  be  called,  The  Lord  is 
our  righteousness.    Jer.  xxiii.  6. 
Christ  Jesus,  who  gave  himself  a  ransom  for  all.    1  Tim.  ii.  5,  6. 

THE  MEDIATORS  WORK. 

Jesus!  when  thy  vast  work  I  see, 
And  think  how  great  its  cost 

Of  sorrow,  pain,  and  death  to  thee, 
In  wonder  I  am  lost. 

My  grateful  heart  with  love  o'erflows, 

Thou  precious  Son  of  God, 
For  haying  borne  my  sins  and  woes, 

And  saved  me  through  thy  blood. 

What  thou  hast  done  for  all  our  race 
Should  melt  e'en  hearts  of  stone, 

Rouse  a  lost  world  to  seek  thy  grace, 
And  thee  with  glory  crown.  iggg 


184      SONGS   FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[July  3.]    He  hath  not  dealt  so  with  any  nation.    Ps.  cxlvii.  20. 

With  freedom  did  Christ  set  us  free:  stand  fast  therefore,  and  be 
not  entangled  again  in  a  yoke  of  bondage.    Gal.  v.  1. 

ANTHEM  FOR  INDEPENDENCE. 

All  hail  to  the  dawn  of  the  glorious  morning, 
Immortal  in  memories  through  ages  of  time ; 

It  looms  from  the  past  in  a  golden  adorning, 
Forecasting  the  future  in  promise  sublime. 

O  birthday  of  Freedom ! — new  star  that  has  guided 
To  the  Bethlehem  gift  for  the  Land  of  the  West ; 

Thy  radiance  afar  through  the  nations  has  glided 
As  myriads  have  hailed  thee  and  hoped  to  be  blest. 

We  welcome  and  love  thee,  bright  day  of  our  glory ! 

"We  love  the  grand  history  linked  with  thy  rise ; 
For  ever  thou  tellest  the  struggle  and  story 

Of  patriots  who  reared  the  Kepublic  we  prize. 

Let  bells  at  the  sunrise  ring  clangorous  pealing, 
Let  loud  booming  cannon  shake  land  and  the  sea ; 

Let  hearts  overflow  with  a  deluge  of  feeling, 

And  throb  in  the  thought  and  the  joy  of  the  free. 

Let  young  men  and  maidens,  let  children  with  ban- 
And  reverend  age,  all  in  unison,  raise  [ners, 

Their  deepest  thanksgivings  and  highest  hosannas 
To  God  our  preserver,  the  Ancient  of  days. 

Let  the  whole  Country  join  in  a  true  celebration, 
From  lakes  to  the  gulf,  and  from  shore  unto  shore, 

And  gratefully  give  a  renewed  coronation 

To  Liberty,  Union,  and  Peace  evermore !       i868 


JSOXGS    FOR    ALL  SEASOXS.  185 

[July  4.]    A  land  that  I  had  espied  for  them,  flowing  with  milk  and 
honey,  which  is  the  glory  of  all  lands.     EZEK.  xx.  61 
I  will  be  their  God,  and  they  shall  be  my  people.    2  Cor.  vi.  16. 

CENTENNIAL   HYMN. 

Morn  of  a  hundred  years  the  crown! 

We  hail  with  joy  thy  gladdening  ray, 
Behold  our  country's  vast  renown, 

And  chant  Jehovah's  praise  to-day. 

He  gave  us  at  the  century's  dawn, 
The  glorious  boon  that  made  us  free ; 

Held  by  his  hand,  led  safely  on, 
His  banner  o'er  us  still  we  see. 

When  clouds  arose  and  thunders  broke 
In  fiery  storms  of  dreadful  strife, 

He  touched  our  hearts  and  they  awoke 
To  save  the  Nation's  periled  life. 

O  beauteous  land !  grown  strong  and  great, 
What  varied  wealth  thy  stores  display, 

From  rocky  shore  to  Golden  Gate, 
From  icy  lake  to  sunny  bay! 

Great  God!  who  mad'st  us  truly  free, 
And  in  our  conflicts  kept  us  one, 

Bind  fast  in  love  our  hearts  to  thee 
Till  centuries  no  more  shall  run. 

And  make  this  land,  through  gifts  divine, 
Where  myriad  souls  shall  have  their  birth, 

In  faith  and  truth  and  virtue  shine, 

Brightest  and  best  of  all  the  earth.      1876 


186  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

July  5.]    A  land  of  hills  and  valleys  . .  which  the  Lord  thy  God  careth 
for.     Deut.  xi.  11,12. 
Yea,  verily,  Their  sound  went  out  into  all  the  earth.    IIom.  x.  18. 

SONG  FOR  NEW  ENGLAND. 

I  love  thee,  New  England,  fair  land  of  my  birth, 
The  home  of  my  fathers,  the  brave  of  the  earth  ; 
I  love  thy  bold  mountains,  thy  rivers  and  vales, 
Thy  warm  summer  breezes,  thy  wild  winter  gales. 

My  heart  is  thine  ever,  blest  land  of  the  free, 
Away  from  thy  borders,  my  thoughts  fly  to  thee ; 
The  smile  of  thy  daughters  sweet  pleasure  imparts, 
The  voice  of  thy  sons  is  the  voice  of  true  hearts. 

A  halo  is  round  thee — I  love  to  recall 

The  deeds  of  thy  heroes,  thy  history  all ; 

What  memories  linger,  my  bosom  to  thrill, 

At  old  Plymouth  Rock,  over  crowned  Bunker  Hill ! 

The  best  of  all  blessings  and  treasures  are  thine — 
Thy  churches  and  schools — let  them  never  decline ; 
Oh,  these  are  thy  guerdon  of  glory  so  bright, 
Since  the  May  Flower  came,  a  new  star  in  the  night. 

Blest  home  of  wide  culture,  souls  royal  and  grand, 
As  long  as  thy  mountains  like  battlements  stand, 
While  freely  thy  rivers  shall  flow  to  the  main, 
May  the  true  Pilgrim  spirit  the  Nation  sustain. 

God  bless  thee  for  ever,  my  native  land  dear, 
His  right  arm  protect  the  rich  heritage  here: 
May  Liberty's  banner,  unstained,  ever  wave 
O'er  the  home  of  the  free  and  the  patriot's  grave.   i§4i 


JSOXGS  FOE  ALL  8EA80N8.  187 

[July  G.J     His  brightness  was  as  the  light ;  he  had  rays  coming  forth 
from  his  hand.     HAB.  iii.  4. 
I  will  give  him  the  morning  star.    Rev.  ii.  28. 

THE  BRIGHTEST  GIFT. 

Wrapt  in  the  gloom  of  nature's  night, 
Burdened  and  sad  I  wandered  far, 

Nor  found  a  ray  of  cheering  light, 
Till  Christ  I  saw,  the  Morning  Star. 

When  forth  it  beamed  upon  my  soul, 
Brighter  than  gold  or  radiant  spar, 

My  spirit  broke  from  sin's  control, 
And  blest  the  precious  Morning  Star. 

As  toward  the  world  unseen,  unknown, 
I've  passed  on  time's  resistless  car, 

The  darkest  clouds  have  quickly  flown 
Before  the  welcome  Morning  Star. 

If  fondest  hopes  should  fade  away, 
Or  aught  life's  fairest  treasures  mar, 

While  here  on  earth  I  lingering  stay, 
Oh,  give  to  me  the  Morning  Star. 

As  through  death's  cold  and  fearful  stream 
I  pass  from  mortal  scenes  afar, 

Oh,  let  upon  my  pathway  beam 

The  brightness  of  the  Morning  Star. 

Then,  in  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
Called  up  where  sainted  spirits  are, 

My  eye,  undimmed,  shall  ever  rest 

Upon  the  glorious  Morning  Star.  1547 


188      SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[July  7.]    The  man  said,  This  is  now  bone  of  my  bones,  and  flesh  of 
my  flesh :  she  shall  be  called  Woman.    Gen.  ii.  23. 

So  ought  husbands  also  to  love  their  own  wives  as  their  own  bodies. 
Eph.  v.  28. 

THE  FIRST  PAIR. 

Was  man  a  lonely  ranger, 

In  Eden's  paths  to  roam? 
Live  there  a  silent  stranger, 

Without  a  mate  or  home? 
He  woke — and  saw  another, 

One  most  divinely  fair! 
Was  this  a  sister?  brother? 

No,  nor  an  angel  there. 

The  being  sweet  was  human, 

He  loved  her  as  his  life, 
For  God  had  made  the  "Woman 

To  be  his  loving  wife. 
Together  now  they  wandered 

The  Garden-aisles  among, 
On  all  its  beauties  pondered, 

In  floral  arbors  sung. 

Their  glances  far  extending, 

Swept  o'er  what  glories  bright, 
Till  earth  and  sky  were  blending 

In  tints  of  heavenly  light. 
Daily  their  Maker  greeting 

Gave  life  a  blessed  charm, 
Until,  the  tempter  meeting, 

They  yield  with  fatal  harm! 


SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  189 

When,  in  the  calm  lake  sleeping, 

A  stone  is  rudely  tost, 
The  circling  waves  go  creeping 

To  all  the  distant  coast. 
The  curse  that  Eden  blasted, 

And  changed  its  weal  to  woe, 
Hath  through  the  ages  lasted, 

And  we  its  sorrows  know!  \^q 


[July  8.]     Her  price  is  far  above  rubies.    The  heart  of  her  husband 
trusteth  in  her.    PROV.  xxxi.  10, 11. 

For  this  cause  shall  a  man  leave  his  father  and  mother  and  shall 
cleave  to  his  wife.    Eph.  v.  31. 

THE  SILVER  WEDDING. 

The  silver  wedding,  crown  of  days! 

It  comes  amid  the  flight  of  years, 
And  memory  each  event  surveys 

Along  the  track  of  smiles  and  tears. 

Love  linked  their  hearts,  young  life  was  fair, 
Heaven  illumed  and  blest  their  way ; 

Now,  clustering  round  the  joyful  pair, 
A  happy  group  we  see  to-day. 

We  see  not  all — dear  ones  are  gone 
To  Jesus'  arms,  for  ever  blest ; 

But  till  the  meeting  hour  shall  dawn 
Love  counts  the  absent  with  the  rest. 

No  place  like  thee,  O  love-lit  home! 

How  dear  the  treasured  past  serene! 
And  may  the  brighter  years  to  come 

Include  the  golden  wedding  scene.  i860 


190  SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

f  July  0.]     In  the  latter  time  hath  he  made  if  glorious,  by  the  way  of 
the  sea,  beyond  Jordan,  Galilee  of  the  nations.     ISA.  ix.  1. 
He  began  to  teach  by  the  sea  side.    And  there  is  gathered  unto  him 

a  very  great  multitude.    Mark  iv.  1. 

A  SEASIDE  HYMN. 

O  Saviour!  who  by  Galilee 

Didst  call  disciples  to  thy  side, 

Come  to  the  margin  of  this  sea, 
And  in  our  summer  home  abide. 

There,  sick  and  sad  who  knew  thy  power, 
Found  health  and  joy  by  thee  conferred; 

Here,  Lord,  in  many  a  favored  hour, 
Repeat  the  wonders  of  thy  word. 

Once,  tossed  on  wild  Gennesareth, 

Thy  mandate  stilled  the  stormy  waves ; 

Here  let  us  feel  thy  calming  breath — 
The  Spirit  that  subdues  and  saves. 

Along  that  shore  were  thousands  brought 
To  hear  the  gospel  preached  by  thee ; 

May  thousands  here  thy  truth  be  taught, 
"Who  throng  this  temple  by  the  sea. 

O  Master!  who  the  world  to  teach, 
The  pebbly  coast  and  dark  wave  trod, 

Walk  in  thy  beauty  on  our  beach, 
That  souls  may  see  the  Lamb  of  God. 

To  magnify  thy  love  and  word, 

Our  service  here  to  thee  we  bring; 

Let  saints  give  praise  in  heart  accord, 
And  children  glad  hosannas  sing. 


SONGS    FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  191 

The  seaside  throng  were  richly  fed, 
As  in  thy  hands  the  bounty  grew ; 

So  break  to  us  the  living  bread, 
And  oft  the  gracious  gift  renew. 

May  we  at  last,  our  night-toil  o'er, 
See  spread  at  morn  the  feast  divine, 

Greet  thee  upon  the  heavenly  shore, 
And  hear  thy  welcome,  "Corae  and  dine."  i88± 


[July  10.]   He  hath  sent  me  to  bind  up  the  brokenhearted.  Is  A.  lxi.  1. 
And  he  went  forth  again  by  the  sea  side.    Mark  ii.  13. 

WITH  JESUS  AT  THE  SEA. 

Jesus,  I  love  to  walk  with  thee 

By  the  dear  lake  of  Galilee, 

Hear  thy  sweet  voice  and  see  thy  might 

To  sick  and  blind  give  health  and  sight. 

At  thy  behest  the  demons  fled, 
The  bruised  and  wrecked,  as  from  the  dead, 
Obeyed  thy  call,  so  wondrous  kind, 
Restored  in  life  and  healed  in  mind. 

Vast  crowds  were  drawn  by  thy  blest  name, 
The  sorrow-laden  with  them  came; 
Won  by  thy  words,  the  weary  breast, 
Through  faith  in  thee,  found  joy  and  rest. 

Thou  art  the  same,  O  Saviour,  still, 
And  all  may  come  to  thee  who  will; 
The  sinful  soul  may  pardoned  be, 
The  weary  find  sweet  rest  in  thee.  i889 


192  SONGS   FOB  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[July  11. J    Enoch  walked  witb  God:  and  he  was  not;  for  God  took 

him.     Gex.  v.  24. 

Before  his  translation  he  hath  had  witness  borne  to  him  that  he  had 
been  well  pleasing  unto  God.    IIeb.  xi.  5. 

ENOCH  WALKED  WITH  GOD. 

Best  of  all  companionships, 
Highest  praise  from  holiest  lips, 
Brightest  path  e'er  mortals  trod, 
Enoch  early  walked  with  God. 

In  a  time  when  sin  was  rife, 
Through  far-reaching  terms  of  life, 
As  the  years  drew  near  the  Flood, 
Enoch  ever  walked  with  God. 

In  his  household,  day  by  day, 
"With  his  loved  ones,  or  away; 
If  mid  true  or  vile  he  stood, 
Enoch,  faithful,  walked  with  God. 

All  the  long  three  hundred  years, 
While  they  passed  in  joys  and  tears, 
Onward,  upward,  as  he  trod, 
Enoch  closely  walked  with  God. 

'T  was  by  faith  he  lived  and  wrought, 
Lessons  grand  the  ages  taught; 
So  with  truth  his  feet  e'er  shod, 
Enoch  surely  walked  with  God. 

Always  pleasing  to  his  Lord, 
Glorious  came  his  high  reward: 
Spared  from  death  and  grave's  abode, 
Enoch  walked  in  heaven  with  God.       i889 


SOXGS    FOB    ALL  SEASOXS.  193 

[July  12.]  The  Lord  saw  that  the  wickedness  of  man  was  great  in 
the  earth.  .  .  And  the  Lord  said,  I  will  destroy  man.  Gen.  vi.  5,  7. 
They  were  eating  and  drinking,  marrying  and  giving  in  marriage  . . 

until  the  flood  came  and  took  them  all  away.    Matt.  xxiv.  38,  39. 

THE  DELUGE. 

At  night's  deepest  hour,  mid  the  dwellings  of  sin, 
A  portent  from  heaven  stayed  the  revels  within ; 
Thro'  festival  halls  swift  the  terror-wings  brushed, 
And  songs  of  the  bridal  and  dancers  were  hushed. 

"Wild  shrieks  of  dismay  strike  the  palsied  air, 
And  dread  premonitions  are  felt  every  where ; 
Death's  angel  comes  forth,  on  the  dissolute  hurled, 
To  tread,  in  ripe  wrath,  the  wine-press  of  the  world. 

Oh,  never  in  time,  since  its  birth-hour  so  bright, 
Shut  down  upon  men  such  a  horrible  night ; 
From  black  rolling  clouds  how  the  fury-winds  blow, 
"While  tempest  and  torrent  work  ruin  and  woe. 

The  thunderbolts  plunge  from  the  lightning-rent  sky, 
The  flash  and  the  roar  speak  the  doom-moment  nigh, 
Ah !  broken  earth's  deeps  and  full  cisterns  of  heaven, 
O'er  loftiest  mountains  great  billows  are  driven. 

The  moon  hid  her  face  as  if  silent  she  wept, 
"While  ocean-like  floods  o'er  a  guilty  race  swept, 
And  stars,  in  their  pathway  of  beauty  serene, 
"Were  veiled  in  their  fear  to  look  down  on  the  scene. 

0  world,  self-destroyed!  lo,  thy  sepulcher  's  made, 
A  watery  winding-sheet  round  thee  is  laid ; 
The  planets,  in  weeds  and  processions  of  gloom, 
Now  lay  thy  cold  form  in  a  desolate  tomb. 


194      SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Behold!  o'er  the  waste  of  the  far-rolling  tides, 
How  safe  the  lone  Ark  in  its  majesty  rides! 
God  rescues  the  righteous,  unharmed  evermore  ; 
A  new  world  awaits  them,  a  heavenly  shore,      1^7 
*•+ 

[July  13.]     Abram  went,  a>  the  Lord  had  spoken  unto  him.    Gkh 
xii.  4. 
By  faith  Abraham,  when  he  was  called,  obeyed.    Heb.  xi.  >. 

ABRAHAM   CALLED. 

A  voice  his  slumbers  broke, 

He  hears  the  call  of  God ; 
A  mighty  faith  within  him  woke — 

Obedient,  forth  he  trod. 

He  knew  not  where  it  led, 

The  path  his  feet  must  take; 

He  knew  the  words  Jehovah  said, 
And  naught  his  trust  could  shake. 

Old  friends,  familiar,  dear, 

Bright  landscapes  often  traced — 

He  saw  them  fade  and  disappear*, 
As  untried  scenes  he  faced. 

The  land  of  promise  fair 

The  guided  pilgrim  found ; 
For  him  a  tenting  sojourn  there — 

For  his  the  chosen  ground. 

For  him  a  name  sublime, 

A  countless  people's  head; 
Blessings  through  all  the  coming  time, 

O'er  all  the  nations  spread. 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  195 

His  faith,  to  mortals  strange, 

E'en  higher  pathways  trod; 
It  swept  the  Heavenly  City's  range, 

Whose  architect  is  God. 

How  safe  to  walk  by  faith — 

Our  sight  is  short  and  dim — 

To  do  just  what  Jehovah  saith, 

And  leave  the  rest  to  him.  iss? 
*♦* 

[July  14.]    I  have  made  thee  a  watchman  unto  the  house  of  Israel. — 

Ezek.  iii.  17. 

Thev  watch  in  behalf  of  your  souls,  as  they  that  shall  give  account. — 
Heb.  xiii.  17. 

PASTOR  AND  PEOPLE. 

Come  with  thy  servant,  Lord,  as  here 
Immortal  souls  he  takes  in  charge; 

Angels  a  task  so  great  might  fear — 
Be  thou  his  help,  his  strength  enlarge. 

As  bold  he  speaks  thy  word  of  grace, 
May  it  a  saving  message  prove; 

So  shall  the  throngs  that  fill  this  place 
Bow  to  the  truth  in  faith  and  love. 

Blest  work!  the  flock  to  guide  and  feed, 
Sin-burdened  souls  to  Jesus  bring, 

Converts  to  faithful  service  lead, 

And  sorrowing  spirits  teach  to  sing. 

Pastor  and  people — one  in  heart — 

How  sweet  the  ties  and  toils  thus  given, 

TVhen  each  for  others  bears  a  part, 

And  all  at  last  shall  meet  in  Heaven.      iS75 


196  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[JULY  15.]     Lot  chose  him  all  the  Plain  of  Jordan.    Gen.  xiii.  11. 

Kiiihteous  Lot,  sore  distressed  by  the  lascivious  life  of  the  wicked. — 
Si  PJET.  ii.  7. 

LOTS   SAD  CHOICE. 

From  the  heights  above  Bethel, 

Down  the  valley  below, 
A  bright  circle  of  verdure 

Held  the  Jordan's  swift  flow. 
Lot  was  charmed  with  its  beauty, 

Like  a  paradise  fair; 
On  its  border  was  Sodorn, 

Still  he  pitched  his  tent  there. 

He  removed  from  the  faithful, 

From  the  pure  and  the  true, 
Made  his  home  with  the  wicked, 

Having  wealth  in  his  view: 
Ah,  the  taint  of  their  vileness, 

How  it  soiled  his  abode; 
And  ere  long  came  destruction — 

The  ripe  judgment  of  God! 

Lot's  sad  folly  in  choosing 

Is  repeated  to-day. 
And  the  riches  men  covet 

Oft  are  seeds  of  decay; 
Their  grand  tent  in  its  splendor 

Of  fail*  promise  so  bright, 
Standeth  near  to  the  Sodom 

That  may  perish  to-night. 

Oh,  beware,  ye  light-hearted, 
Of  the  vain  giddy  throng, 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  197 

Who  are  lured  from  ways  righteous 

To  low  pleasures  and  song. 
Think  ye  now  of  the  ending 

That  most  surely  will  come; 
If  your  tents  are  at  Sodom, 

Ye  will  share  in  its  doom! 

Choose  the  kingdom  of  heaven, 

As  to  you  it  comes  near; 
Far  surpassing  Lot's  garden 

Will  its  treasures  appear; 
And  your  tent  will  be  daily 

A  pure,  blessed  abode, 
Till  exchanged  for  a  mansion 

In  the  City  of  God.  i§87 


[July  16.]    I  will  give  unto  thee,  and  to  thy  seed  after  thee  .  .  all  the 

land  of  Canaan.    Gen.  xvii.  8. 

Being  fully  assured  that,  what  he  had  promised,  he  was  able  also 
to  perform.    Rom.  iv.  21. 

GODS  GIFT  TO  ABRAHAM. 

From  Egypt's  bordering  river, 

That  runs  along  its  sands, 
To  far  and  great  Euphrates, 

Beyond  the  Jordan  lands, 
This  choice  and  fertile  country, 

'Neath  watchful  skies  benign, 
With  milk  and  honey  flowing, 
"Where  corn  and  vine  are  growing, 

I  give  to  seed  of  thine. 


198  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

What  fair  and  blooming  valleys, 

"Where  living  springs  abound, 
Full  harvests  clothe  the  hillsides, 

Bright  gems  beneath  the  ground, 
Clear  streams  send  richest  verdure 

The  lovely  lowlands  o'er, 
Soft  showers  supply  the  fountains, 
Sweet  lakes  reflect  the  mountains, 

The  great  sea  guards  the  shore. 

Thou  goest  to  thy  fathers, 

And  thine  shall  strangers  be 
In  a  dark  land  of  bondage, 

Affliction  there  to  see: 
But  them  will  I  remember — 

Will  judge  their  foes  severe — 
Bring  forth  mine  own  with  glory, 
To  tell  their  wondrous  story, 

That  all  the  world  shall  hear. 

The  patriarch's  faith  unwavering 

Received  the  promise  true; 
The  darkness  o'er  him  vanished — 

Ages  of  light  in  view: 
Jerusalem  in  splendor, 

Sits  on  her  sacred  hills; 
The  land  the  tribes  possessing 
Gives  all  the  earth  a  blessing, 

As  God  his  word  fulfills. 


1887 


SOXGS    FOB    ALL    JSEASOXS.  199 

[JULY  17.]     They  that  be  wise  among  the  people  shall  instruct  many. 

Dan.  xi.  33. 

Teachers  of  thai  which  is  good;  that  they  may  train  the  young  . .  Tit. 
ii.3,4. 

TO  A  TEACHER. 

Happy  children  they  must  be, 
Claiming  as  their  teacher  thee; 
Daily  with  thee,  see  thy  face 
Bright  with  every  charming  grace, 
Guiding  wisdom,  patient  love, 
They  so  quickly  know  or  prove. 

Angel  to  them,  helpful,  kind, 
Waking  e'en  the  dullest  mind, 
Which  through  all  its  coming  life 
Fruit  shall  bear  of  noble  strife, 
While  sweet  memories  oft  will  spring 
From  the  treasures  thou  didst  bring. 

Thus  thy  work  I  seem  to  see, 

Best  of  teachers,  all  agree. 

Favored  pupils — surety  they 

All  must  love  thee,  and  obey. 

Heaven  bless  thee  at  thy  task; 

Highest  good  for  thee  I  ask.  isss 


["July  18.]  Shall  not  the  Judge  of  all  the  earth  do  right?  Gen.  xviii.  25. 

If  the  righteous  is  scarcely  saved,  where  shall  the  ungodly  and  sinner 
appear  ?    1  Pet.  iv.  18. 

PLEADING  FOR  SODOM. 

From  Manure's  vale  to  Hebron's  height, 
The  patriarch  walked  by  faith  and  sight, 
The  an^el  Lord  was  near  : 


200       SONGS   FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

His  word,  of  Sodom's  pending  doom, 
Filled  Abraham's  tender  heart  with  gloom, 

And  woke  a  shivering  fear ; 
For,  though  the  city  reeked  with  sin, 
There  might  be  righteous  souls  within. 

He  drew  still  closer  to  the  Lord, 
And  forth  his  burdened  spirit  poured 

In  supplicating  plea, 
That  e'en  the  guilty  he  would  spare 
For  sake  of  others  living  there — 

Far  be  it,  Lord,  from  thee, 
That  servants  who  thy  bidding  wait 
Should  meet,  as  just,  the  wicked's  fate. 

The  humble  pleader's  pitying  word 
The  loving  Heart  of  Mercy  heard, 

•     And  gracious  answers  gave. 
Alas!  in  all  the  city's  bound 
No  righteous  ten  conld  e'en  be  found — 

Not  salt  enough  to  save ! 
Sin's  harvest  doom  awaits  the  night ; 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  does  right. 

Sweet  picture  to  the  hopeful  eye — 
The  rainbow  on  the  frowning  sky, 

The  beaming  morning  star, 
Ere  sun  arise  its  welcome  light, 
Day's  promise  fair  ere  ends  the  night, 

Blest  earnest  from  afar : 
To  pleading  hearts  assurance  given ; 
The  Christ  to  earth  shall  come  from  heaven.    i887 


SOXGS   FOR    ALL  SEASONS.  201 

[July  19. J    Up,  get  you  out  of  this  place;  for  the  Lord  will  destroy 

the  city.    Gkx.  xix.  14. 

Sodom  . .  set  forth  as  an  example,  suffering  the  punishment  of  eter- 
nal fire.    Jude  7. 

SODOM   DESTROYED. 

Fly  from  the  city !  oh,  haste  from  its  doom ! 
Angels  entreat  thee,  its  judgment  has  come ; 
Hold  to  our  hand,  and  be  led  from  the  ire 
Charged  to  consume  it  in  terrible  fire ! 

Up  to  high  Heaven  its  iniquities  cry ; 
Warnings  unheeded,  its  guilty  must  die : 
This  is  the  day,  its  fair  morning  the  hour, 
When  the  fierce  storm  shall  its  splendors  devour ! 

Flee  for  thy  life !  not  a  brief  moment  waste ; 
Look  not  behind !  to  the  mountain  make  haste ; 
Peril  is  here,  linger  not  on  the  Plain, 
Else  be  consumed !  Lo,  it  comes — the  red  rain ! 

Ere  the  full  sunburst  o'er  eastern  dark  hills, 
Jordan's  rich  vale  with  blest  radiance  fills, 
Awfully  lurid,   unearthly  their  light, 
Brimstone  and  fire  bury  Sodom  from  sight ! 

Oh,  the  deep  anguish  and  horror  of  soul, 
Over  the  hopeless  the  flame-billows  roll ! 
Only  one  look  of  despair,  and  the  close — 
Folly  and  vileness  reap  harvests  of  woes ! 

Sudden  and  sharp  retribution  flashed  down ; 
Ruin  and  ashes  for  pride  and  renown ! 
Beauty  and  wealth,  and  the  pleasures  they  give, 
Ne'er,  without  God,  can  long  flourish  or  live. 


202      SONGS  FOE  ALL   SEASONS. 

Scarcely  the  righteous  are  saved  from  the  sin 

Filling  the  world,  and  the  evil  within. 

Keep  us,  Jehovah,  in  pureness  and  love ; 

Send  us  thine  angels,  as  guides  from  above.     1S87 
+♦♦ 

[July  20.]     Now  I  know  that  thou  fearest  God,  seeing  thou  hast  not 
withheld  thy  son,  thine  only  son,  from  me.     Gen.  xxii.  12. 
He  that  had  gladly  received  the  promises,  was  offering  up  his  only 

begotten  son.    Heb.  xi.  17. 

THE  OFFERING  OF  ISAAC. 

Not  all  the  watchful  march  of  time 
Has  witnessed  such  a  soul  serene, 

A  faith  so  wondrous,  strong,  sublime, 
As  in  the  patriarch's  offering  seen. 

No  question  from  his  spirit  flows, 

When  summoned  by  his  faithful  God ; 

At  morning's  dawn  he  calmly  rose, 
In  full  obedience  forth  he  trod. 

We  may  not  ken  the  surges  deep 

That  swept  the  channels  of  his  mind ; 

Great  souls  a  reverent  silence  keep — 
Thoughts  that  no  language  e'er  can  find. 

'Tis  reached  and  climbed,  Moriah's  slope; 

The  lovely  son,  the  wood,  the  fire; 
But  whither  shines  a  ray  of  hope? 

What  token  meets  a  heart  desire? 

Unwavering  faith  brooks  no  delay; 

The  altar  holds  what  wealth  of  love; 
And  naught  the  father's  arm  can  stay 

But  God's  clear  mandate  from  above. 


SONGS  FOR  ALL   8EA80N&  203 

This  matchless  trust,  with  Heaven's  high  seal, 
Its  dearest  jewel  freely  gives: 

What  glorious  truth  these  acts  reveal, 
While  Abraham's  faith  immortal  lives ! 

Another  scene,  prefigured,  see — 
God's  only  Son,  in  felon  guise ; 

He  bears  the  cross  to  Calvary; 

He  is  for  us  the  Sacrifice!  i$$7 
«♦+ 

[July  21.]    He  dreamed,  and  behold  a  ladder  . .  and  behold  the  angels 
of  God  ascending  and  descending      on  it.    Gen.  xxviii.  12. 
Behold,  I  bring  you  good  tidings  of  great  joy.    Luke  ii.  10. 

JACOB  AT  BETHEL. 

Lo!  a  wanderer,  sad  and  weary, 
Staff  in  hand,  pursues  his  way, 

Till,  upon  a  hill-top  dreary, 

Ends  the  long  and  lonely  day. 

Sunset  shadows  round  him  closing, 
Lies  he  down  to  soothing  sleep, 

While,  on  stony  couch  reposing, 
Silent  stars  their  vigils  keep. 

Not  alone — pure  spirit  pinions 

O'er  the  slumbering  form  expand: 

Reaching  to  God's  near  dominions, 
See  the  mystic  ladder  stand! 

Softly  up,  its  rounds  ascending, 
Gently  down,  these  angels  go; 

Heaven  and  earth  thus  interblending, 
Balm  is  brought  for  human  woe. 


204      SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

Sweet  the  vision  o'er  him  stealing, 
Blest  the  voice  that  fills  his  ear, 

Wondrous  promises  revealing, 

Loving  guidance  far  and  near.  1887 

■ -f#> 

[July  22.]    Jacob  awaked  out  of  his  sleep,  and  he  said,  Surely  the 
Lord  is  in  this  place.    Gex.  xxviii.  16. 
I  was  not  disobedient  unto  the  heavenly  vision.    Acts  xxvi.  19. 

THE  DREAM'S  REALITY. 

Glorious  dream  of  things  so  real, 
Spread  on  life's  unfurling  scroll, 

Waiting  here  the  grand  ordeal — 
Dawning  birthday  of  the  soul! 

From  such  heavenly  slumber  waking, 
Comes  the  sense  how  deep  and  clear, 

Brighter  morn  than  earth's  is  breaking — 
This  is  Bethel,  God  is  here! 

Ah!  he  knew  not  One  so  near  him, 
When  he  sought  the  needed  rest; 

Now  in  awe  he  can  but  fear  him — 
Mingled  fear  and  joy  how  blest! 

House  of  God  and  gate  of  heaven — 
Light  transforms  the  stony  place, 

"When  the  ladder  dream  is  given, 
And  the  soul  finds  saving  grace. 

Bear  we  then  the  grateful  altar, 

Sacred  consecration  give ; 
Purpose  true  no  more  shall  falter; 

God  with  us,  for  him  we  live.  i887 


SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  205 

,  July  23.]     Then  would  I  fly  away  and  be  at  rest.    Ps.  lv.  6. 

I  .  .  will  receive  you  uuto  myself ;  that  where  I  am,  there  ye  may  be 
also.    John  xiv.  3. 

HER  HOME  OF  REST. 

She  hath  gone  to  the  home  of  her  rest, 
Where  Heaven  entrances  her  sight ; 

She  mingles  in  joy  with  the  blest, 
Arrayed  as  an  angel  of  light. 

She  bears  a  glad  harp  in  her  hand, 
And  touches  with  rapture  its  strings ; 

To  her  voice  list  the  seraphim  band, 
For  sweet  is  the  song  that  she  sings. 

In  the  garner  of  glory  a  sheaf, 
Afar  from  this  sorrowing  sphere, 

She  meets  with  no  sickness  or  grief, 
Nor  falls  from  her  eyelids  a  tear. 

Weep  not  for  the  spirit  that's  fled, 
Nor  heave  the  embittering  sigh; 
She  resteth  not  now  with  the  dead, 

But  dwells  with  her  Saviour  on  high.     1343 

<♦> 

[July  24.]    He  said,  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  except  thou  bless  me. — 

Gen.  xxxii.  26. 

The  supplication  of  a  righteous  man  availeth  much  in  its  working. 
Jas.  v.  16. 

PENIEL. 

When  in  trial's  pressing  hour, 
Oh,  for  more  than  mortal  power1 
God,  O  God!  the  spirit  cries, 
Now  for  me  let  help  arise! 

Leave  me  not,  I  cling  to  thee; 

Lo!  thine  arms  encircle  me. 


206       SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Worthy  not  of  mercies  thine, 
Thou  might* st  hide  thy  face  divine, 
Pass  me  in  my  sore  distress, 
Others  worthier  aid  and  bless ; 

But  thy  promise,  Lord,  I  plead; 

Save  me  in  this  time  of  need! 
Wonderful  has  been  thy  care, 
Lead  me  still,  thy  servant  spare; 
Clings  my  hand,  my  soul,  to  thee, 
Now  my  refuge  thou  must  be; 

Never  will  I  let  thee  go, 

Till  the  blessing  thou  bestow! 

"What  my  name?    Thou  knowest  well; 

Bethel's  radiant  memories  tell. 

"What  is  thine?    'Tis  known  above, 

Here  and  there — Eternal  Love ! 
Sweet  assurance  comes  to  me, 
Blest  and  rescued,  Lord,  by  thee. 

Jacob's  triumph,  Israel's  name, 

From  that  flaming  Presence  came; 

Lord,  he  saw  thee  face  to  face, 

Strong  in  thy  victorious  grace; 

Praying,  wrestling,  through  the  night — 
Oh,  PenieFs  morn  how  bright! 

Traveler!    as  the  seasons  roll, 
Come  what  crises  for  thy  soul! 
Round  thee  pleads  a  tempting  world, 
Shafts  of  Satan  at  thee  hurled: 

Thou  thro'  wrestling  prayer  shalt  stand, 
Held  by  God's  sustaining  hand.         i8s7 


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[July  25.]     They  said  one  to  another,  We  are  verily  guilty  concerning 

our  brother.    Gt:x.  xlii.  21. 

The  patriarchs,  moved  with  jealousy  against  Joseph,  sold  him  into 
Egypt :  and  God  was  with  him.     ACTS  vii.  9. 

JOSEPH  SOLD  INTO  EGYPT. 

The  God  who  reigns  above 

O'er  all  the  earth  presides ; 
His  own  are  kept  in  love, 
As  each  in  him  abides. 
From  adverse  scenes  and  hateful  things, 
Rich  gifts  of  good  and  grace  he  brings, 
Till  the  lone  heart  in  gladness  sings. 

The  counsels  of  the  vile, 
The  acts  of  cruel  foes, 
Reveal  their  treacherous  guile, 
Their  wickedness  disclose, — 
As  wheels  of  Providence  slow  turn, 
And  conscience-fires  within  them  burn, 
The  blackness  of  their  deeds  they  learn. 

In  Dothan's  plots,  devised 

At  envy's  direful  beck, 
See  murderous  forms  disguised 
Divinely  held  in  check. 
Their  worst  designs  are  made  to  fail; 
The  guilty  doers  sure  shall  quail, 
As  Egypt  hence  repeats  the  tale. 

How  safe  are  those  who  know 
And  trust  the  Father's  care; 

They  find  where'er  they  go, 
His  strong  protection  there. 


208      SONGS   FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

He  watches  every  step  they  take, 
He  never  will  his  own  forsake, 
Nor  e'er  his  word  or  promise  break. 

How  sweet  to  see  that  ill 

Through  him  becomes  our  good, 

While  trusting  to  his  will 

To  lead  us  as  he  would. 

How  blest  the  end,  how  grand  the  goal, 

What  crowns  await  the  patient  soul, 

What  glories  while  heaven's  ages  roll!     i887 
: -^> 

[July  26.]    His  enemies  will  I  clothe  with  shame :  but  upon  himself 
shall  his  crown  flourish.    Ps.  cxxxii.  18. 
He  is  a  chosen  vessel  unto  me.    Acts  ix.  15. 

EXALTED. 

Slaved  by  guilty  brothers'  trade, 
In  the  lonely  journey  made, 
Far  from  tender  parent's  love, 
Kept  by  sweeter  care  above, 
Prisoner  by  satanic  words, 
Joseph,  thou  art  still  the  Lord's! 

Sweetly  shines  in  darkest  place 
Loving  light  from  God's  dear  face, 
Making  e'en  the  prison  bars 
Like  the  glory  of  the  stars, 
Gilding  shadeful,  gloomy  days — 
Nights  wTith  heavenly  dreams  ablaze. 

Scenes  of  sadness  passing  through, 
Ever  faithful,  patient,  true ; 
Proved  by  trial  hard  and  sore, — 
All  these  sorrows  now  are  o'er; 


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Bitter  night  of  grief  is  gone 
In  the  morning's  joyful  dawn. 

Faithful  yet  in  every  thing, 
Stands  he  now  before  the  king; 
Wisdom  of  surpassing  ken 
Ranks  him  o'er  the  wisest  men; 
Wondrous  knowledge,  meekly  shown, 
Crowns  him  prince  beside  the  throne. 

Royal  robes  and  chains  of  gold 
Speak  the  sway  his  virtues  hold; 
Nobler  still,  his  prudent  care 
Saves  an  empire  from  despair! 
Trusting  God  through  each  dark  hour, 
Him  He  lifts  to  fame  and  power. 

Let  us,  Lord,  where'er  we  be, 

Cling  in  loyalty  to  thee: 

In  the  sunny  days  of  youth 

Love  and  keep  thy  blessed  truth; 

Firm  in  trial,  serving,  wait — 

Thou  thine  own  wilt  vindicate.  i§87 
*♦♦ 

[July  27.]    God  did  send  me»before  you  to  preserve  life.  Gen.  xlv.  5. 
Overcome  evil  with  good.    Rom.  xii.  21. 

MADE  KNOWN. 

I  am  Joseph!  Words  of  wonder, 
Tingling  what  astonished  ears ; 

Fell  they  like  untimely  thunder, 
"Waking  deep  and  guilty  fears. 

Lone,  with  Pharaoh's  lord  assembled, 

Dumb  and  dazed,  his  brethren  trembled. 


210  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

I'm  your  brother!    Come  ye  near  me; 

Is  my  father  yet  alive? 
Come,  I  pray  you,  do  not  fear  me, 

I  your  envious  deed  survive. 
Out  of  evils,  soul-distressing, 
God  has  brought  a  wondrous  blessing. 

Be  not  filled  with  needless  sorrow ; 

Wide  the  famine  woes  extend, 
Many  a  dark  and  dread  to-morrow 

Ere  the  scourgeful  years  shall  end. 
God  hath  sent  me  on  before  you, 
As  his  saving  banner  o'er  you. 

Here  in  Goshen  ye  shall  flourish, 
Father,  brethren,  by  my  side; 

I  will  all  the  household  nourish — 
For  your  every  want  provide. 

Haste  and  tell  the  cheering  story; 

Tell  my  father  of  my  glory. 

Oh,  my  longing  heart  is  breaking! 

Floods  of  tears  bedim  my  eyes: 
'Tis  my  lips  to  you  are  speaking — 

Oh,  this  blessed,  glad  surprise! 
Benjamin! — love's  kiss  hath  spoken; 
Brothers  all,  receive  the  token! 

Type  of  Christ!    The  loving  Saviour, 
Sold  and  slain  that  we  might  live, 

Makes  us  feel  our  sin's  behaviour, 
Then  so  freely  doth  forgive. 


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Blessed  Lord!  our  elder  Brother, 

More  to  us  than  every  other!  1887 
<♦> — 

[JULY  28.]     Commit  thy  way  unto  the  Lord;  trust  also  in  him,  and  he 

shall  bring  it  to  pass.    Ps.  xxxvii.  5. 

Honor  thy  father  and  mother  . .  that  if  may  be  well  with  thee.  Eph. 
vi.  2, 3. 

BROUGHT  TOGETHER. 

God  reigns  in  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
O'er  every  land  beneath  the  sun ; 
Past,  present,  future,  all  as  one, 

In  clearest  light  before  him  lie. 

Events  upon  his  wisdom  turn, 
Unfolding  as  his  will  decides : 
Like  movements  of  vast  ocean  tides, 

Life's  mightier  flow  and  ebb  we  learn. 

Kingdoms  arise  and  have  their  day, 

Their  purpose  serve  in  God's  great  plan — 
Some  higher  hope  and  good  for  man — 

Abuse  their  power  and  fade  away. 

Always  the  Lord  was  Joseph's  guide, 
In  joyful  scenes  or  sore  distress: 
He  would  through  him  the  nations  bless — 

For  grander  work  designed  provide. 

The  toother  sold  but  went  before, 
For  father,  brethren,  kindred  all. 
Jacob,  revived,  attends  his  call — 

In  Egypt  finds  abundant  store. 

The  shepherd  tribes,  the  chosen  race, 
For  Joseph's  sake  are  welcomed  there ; 


212  80NQ8  FOB  ALL  8EAS0N& 

Then  lo !  a  scene  as  grand  as  rare — 
Jacob  and  Pharaoh  face  to  face. 

The  courteous  word,  the  bearing  true, 
In  friendship  king  and  patriarch  meet, 
Good  will  and  blessing  to  repeat, 

"While  God's  all-ruhng  hand  we  view. 

Help  me.  dear  Lord,  to  trust  thy  way, 
Though  led  in  darkness  or  in  light, 
For  thou  wilt  make  its  ending  bright, 

If  faith,  obedient,  crown  each  day.  iss7 


[JULY  29.]     There  the  weary  be  at  rest.    Job  iii.  17. 
The  trumpet  shall  sound,  and  the  dead  shall  be  raised.  1  COR.  xv.  52. 

EVERGREEN   CEMETERY. 

Nature  and  art  have  furnished  here 
A  home  where  hallowed  dust  shall  lie  ; 

Around  it  clustering  charms  appear, 
And  o'er  it  bends  the  beaming  sky. 

Here  oft  shall  come  the  solemn  trains, 
And,  gathering  by  a  new-made  tomb, 

Leave  with  last  rites  the  dear  remains, 
And  then  return  in  silent  gloom. 

Oft.  o'er  each  grave,  affection's  tears 
Shall,  mid  the  vernal  blossoms,  fall ; 

Till,  in  the  flight  of  wasting  years, 

The  cherished  spot  hath  garnered  all. 

Here,  on  memorial  columns  reared, 

Strangers  shall  honored  names  behold ; 


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And  humbler  worth,  beloved,  revered, 
In  saintly  fame  shall  be  enrolled. 

How  sweet  shall  be  their  slumbers  deep, 
Freed  from  a  world  of  sin  and  strif e ; 

Till,  waked  at  last  from  death's  long  sleep, 
They  rise  to  everlasting  life !  1556 


[Jcly  30.]     JTe  increased  his  people  greatly,  and  made  them  stronger 

than  their  adversaries.    Ps.  cv.  24. 

Remember  them  that  are  in  bonds,  as  bound  with  them ;  them  that 
are  evil  entreated,  as  being  yourselves  also  in  the  body.    Heb.  xiii.  3. 

ISRAEL  IN  EGYPT. 

God's  thoughts  are  deep  and  far, 

Wisely  his  purpose  planned, 
As  Israel's  hope  and  guiding  star 

To  Egypt's  wonder-land, 
Where  their  astonished  eyes 

Saw  pyramids  sublime, 
Vast  temples,  tombs,  and  columns  rise — 

The  marvels  of  all  time! 

God  e  er  fulfills  his  word ; 

Nor  fails  of  all  a  jot. 
When  Plikraoh's  jealousy  was  stirred 

Who  Joseph's  work  forgot, 
Vain  were  his  burdens  laid; 

Taskmasters  all  in  vain; 
The  chosen  nation  widely  spread, 

And  grew  as  fruitful  grain. 

The  stalwart  people  wrought, 
Amid  afflictions  sore, 


214       SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

Till  cities,  to  completion  brought, 
Held  Pharaoh's  treasured  store. 

And  we  behold  to-day, 

How  fails  the  critic's  lure, 

"When  bricks  they  laid  come  forth  to  say 
God's  record  standeth  sure. 

Lo!  Eameses  the  Great 

Comes  from  his  Luxor  cave; 
And  other  kings  of  high  estate 

Rise  from  their  ancient  grave! 
Th'  oppressor's  form,  well  known, 

Hard  visage  as  of  old, 
Repeat  the  toil,  the  tear,  the  groan, 

The  bondage,  Moses  told. 

God  leads  us  as  he  will; 

Sometimes  through  sorrows  deep, 
His  gracious  purpose  to  fulfill, 

His  own  to  prove  and  keep. 
By  hardships  sorely  tried, 

Came  forth  the  mighty  throng; 
Led  safely  o'er  the  Red -Sea  tide, 

They  sang  their  triumph  song!  i§87 


f  JULY  31.]  I  have  graven  thee  upon  the  palms  of  my  hands.  Is.  xlix.  16. 
To  set  you  before  the  presence  of  his  glory.    Jude  24. 

CONFIDENCE. 

Loed,  my  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
Thou  hast  graved  me  on  its  palm; 

Sheltered  there,  I  safely  stand, 

Rough  the  storm  or  sweet  the  calm.       isgo 


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[AUG.  1.]    O  clap  vour  bands,  all  ye  peoples;  shout  unto  God  with 

the  voice  of  triumph.    Ps.  xlvii.  I. 

Thanks  be  unto  God,  which  always  leudeth  us  in  triumph  in  Christ. 
2  CoR.ii.  14. 

MORAL  TRIUMPH. 

Fought  is  the  battle !  victory  won ! 

Clouds  are  departing,  shineth  the  sun. 
Day  of  redemption,  hail  to  thy  morning! 
Glory  gleams  on  thee,  brightly  adorning ! 

Gained  is  the  triumph,  Eight  wins  the  day ; 

Freedom  ascendant,  blessed  her  sway! 
Fling  out  the  banner,  wave  it  in  splendor; 
Praise  for  the  conquest  gratef ully  render ! 

Toil  is  rewarded,  prayer  hath  been  heard, 
Faith  at  last  conquers,  hope 's  not  deferred. 
Shout !  ye  long  patient,  rise  in  your  gladness, 
Welcome  the  era  ending  your  sadness ! 

Comes  a  strong  Angel,  earthward  again, 
Binds  the  old  Dragon  fast  in  his  chain. 

Joy  to  the  freed  ones !  woe  to  the  oppressor ! 

Angel  of  good,  henceforth  the  aggressor! 

Courage !  ye  toilers,  onward  for  right ; 

Breaketh  the  dayspring,  passeth  the  night : 
Heaven's  light  gildeth  hilltops  and  mountains, 
Drops  down  the  valleys,  smiles  on  the  fountains. 

Up  now,  ye  crushed  ones,  fetters  throw  by ; 

Death-freighted  thunders  roll  from  your  sky ! 
Vanquished  the  f oeman,  selfish  and  stoic ; 
God,  in  the  battle,  crowns  the  heroic !  1554 


216      80NG8   FOR  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[Aug.  2.]    A  dream,  and  visions  of  his  head  upon  his  bed :  then  he 
wrote  the  dream  and  told  the  sum  of  the  matters.    Dan.  vii.  1. 
Behold,  an  angel  of  the  Lord  stood  by  him,  and  a  light  shined  in 

the  cell.    Acts  xii.  7. 

BUNYAN  IN  JAIL. 

Buxyan!  how  Satan,  helped  by  men, 

"With  .mischievous  endeavor, 
Put  thee  in  jail,  to  put  out  then 

Thy  kindled  flame  forever! 

Celestial  genius  would  not  die, 
Through  years  of  long  confining, 

Whilst  thou,  with  comfort  from  the  sky, 
AYert  cheerful,  um-epining. 

Methinks  within  thy  dungeon's  gloom 

A  light  divine  had  risen, 
To  make  it  Glory's  ante-room, 

Though  still  thy  Bedford  prison. 

How  clearly  there  the  heavenly  path 

Rose  on  thy  spirit's  vision, 
That,  from  the  City  doomed  to  wrath, 

Leads  to  the  blest  Elysian. 

Then  passed  before  thee  in  thy  dream, 

A  happy  band  and  saintly; 
Thy  pictures  make  them  real  seem, 

Though  oft  a  little  quaintly. 

I  love  to  trace  their  pathway  o'er, 
And  hear  their  joyful  singing, 

Till,  thro'  the  stream,  they  reach  the  shore 
Where  angel  harps  are  ringing.  1359 


, 


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[An;.  3.1     Because  he  hath  Bet  his  love  upon  me,  therefore  will  I  de- 
liver him  :  I  will  set  him  on  high,  because  he  hath  known  my  name. 
l*s.  xci.  14. 
We  speak,  not  in  words  which  man's  wisdom  teacheth,  but  which  the 

Spirit  teacheth ;  comparing  spiritual  things  with  spiritual.  1  Cor.  ii.  13. 

AT  BUNYANS  TOMB. 

Thou  Prince  of  Dreamers!  I  have  found 
The  place  of  thy  last  sleeping, 

And  grateful  tread  this  hallowed  ground, 
With  ininged  joy  and  weeping. 

Dear  Bunyanl  I  have  loved  thy  name 
More  than  my  words  can  measure; 

And  long  shall  pilgrims  hold  thy  fame 
A  sweet  and  precious  treasure. 

Thou  wast  a  burning,  shining  light, 

Within  thy  sphere  of  duty; 
Though  then  unknown  a  star  so  bright, 

So  rich  in  heavenly  beauty. 

God  raised  thee  from  thy  lowly  place, 
Thou  plain,  untutored  thinker, 

And  gave  thee,  ah!  what  gifts  of  grace, 
O  wondrous  Elstow  tinker! 

Thy  heart  and  lips  his  Spirit  fired, 
When  from  his  foe  he  gained  thee: 

To  preach  his  truth  he  called,  inspired, 
Commissioned,  and  ordained  thee. 

"What  crowds,  beneath  thy  earnest  voice, 
Thy  zeal  to  save  them,  burning, 

Were  made  to  weep,  believe,  rejoice, 
From  ways  of  error  turning! 


218      SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

Keep,  Bunliill  Fields,  his  precious  dust, 

Housed  in  thy  rare  collection: 
How  fair  he'll  shine  among  the  just 
In  the  great  resurrection ! 

Immortal  Dreamer!  slumbering  here, 
How  sweet  thy  Pilgrim's  story! 

On  thy  blest  tomb  I  drop  a  tear, 
And  envy  thee  in  glory. 

A  jewel-studded  crown  how  bright 

To  thy  dear  head  is  given: 

May  I  be  found  with  thee  in  light, 

A  pilgrim  safe  in  Heaven.  1559 
.^^ 

[Aug.  4.]     The  Lord  is  thy  keeper:  the  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  thy 
right  hand.    Ps.  cxxi.  5. 
What  then  shall  this  child  be?    Luke  i.  66. 

THE  CHILD   MOSES. 

The  loving  Hebrew  mother 

Beheld,  with  radiant  joy, 
A  charm  beyond  all  other 

Crowning  her  beauteous  boy. 

Has  God  this  darling  angel 

Sent  down  from  heaven's  gate, 

To  be  the  blest  evangel 

To  those  who  sorrowing  wait? 

Ah!  now  if  aught  reveal  him, 

Such  loveliness  must  die; 
O  God!  help  me  conceal  him 

From  Pharaoh's  murderous  eye. 


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In  tenderest  care  abiding, 

What  vigils,  day  and  night, 
To  keep  her  jewel's  hiding 

As  only  in  her  sight. 

Three  months — nor  can  they  linger; 

The  keen  maternal  eyes 
See  fate's  mpst  cruel  finger 

Out  reaching  for  the  prize. 

Soft  in  the  ark  she'll  fold  him, 

And  haste  at  early  day; 
The  dense  Nile  flags  shall  hold  him, 

He  must  not  float  away. 

Ah!  who  can  tell  the  feeling 

That  swept  her  anguished  soul, 

Or  know  its  deep  appealing 
For  more  than  man's  control? 

Sweet  Miriam  at  her  station, 

Awaits,  with  eager  look, 
The  next  great  revelation 

For  God's  most  wondrous  book. 

Lo!  Pharaoh's  daughter,  tui^ning, 

Walks  by  the  river  tide, 
And  quick  the  ark  discerning, 

Commands  it  to  her  side. 

Sweet  in  the  care-wrought  casket, 

She  sees  the  cherub  he; 
Her  heart  is  in  the  basket, 

Won  by  the  infant's  cry. 


JSOXGJS  FOE  ALL  SEASOXS. 

What  blest  relief  and  pleasure, 

As  through  love's  quenchless  flame 

The  mother's  matchless  treasure 
Back  to  her  bosom  came. 

Her  love  who  found  and  named  him 

Shall  rear  him  as  her  own: 
The  princess  justly  claimed  him 

As  heir  to  Egypt's  throne. 

The  Christ- Child  here  was  hidden 

From  Herod's  bloody  hand, 
Till  by  God's  angel  bidden 

To  leave  dark  Egypt's  land.  is87 


[Aug.  5.]    There  hath  not  arisen  a  prophet  since  in  Israel  like  unto 
Moses,  whom  the  Lord  knew  face  to  face.    Deut.  xxxiv.  10. 
A  flame  of  fire  in  a  bush  .  .  and  as  he  drew  near  to  behold,  there 

came  a  voice  of  the  Lord.    Acts  vii.  30, 31. 

GALLED  FROM  THE  BURNING  BUSH. 

In  Midian  forty  years, 
The  leader  of  the  chosen  hosts  to  be 
In  deep  seclusion  lived,  a  shepherd  he, 

While  Israel  served  in  tears. 

One  day  the  flock  he  took 
The  desert  o'er  to  Horeb's  verdant  side, 
And  there  a  thing  most  wonderful  descried, 

That  riveted  his  look. 

From  out  a  bush  on  fire 
The  Angel  of  the  Lord  Almighty  came! — 
The  bush,  still  bright  in  the  enswathing  flame, 

Remained  unburnt,  entire ! 


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Pressing  for  view  more  clear, 
Lo!  from  the  glowing  tree  Iris  own  name's  sound: 
Forbear ;  thy  feet  are  now  on  holy  ground ; 

Put  off  thy  sandals  here. 

I  am  thy  father's  God ; 
My  people's  sorrows  are  beneath  my  eye ; 
Their  crushing  tasks  I  know,  and  hear  their  cry, 

'Neath  the  oppressors'  rod. 

From  heaven  am  I  come  down 
To  loose  them  from  the  hard  Egyptian  charge, 
And  bring  them  to  a  goodly  land  and  large, 

That  milk  and  honey  crown. 

Come  now,  and  thee  I  '11  send, 
That  thou  may'st  plead  with  Pharaoh  face  to  face, 
Bring  forth  my  people,  an  enfranchised  race, 

Their  Egypt  trials  end. 

That  this  great  thing  should  be, 
All !  who  am  If  the  meek  man  humbly  said. 
The  God  of  Abraham,  who  Israel  led, 

Will  surely  be  with  thee. 

And  this  thy  mission  sign : 
When  thou  the  people  hast  from  bondage  brought, 
Ye  '11  serve  the  God  who  all  these  marvels  wrought. 

Upon  this  mount  of  mine. 

Lord,  as  we  hear  thy  voice, 
May  we  obey,  seek  sin-slaved  souls  for  thee, 
Thy  mighty  grace  in  their  redemption  see, 

With  them  in  heaven  rejoice.  i887 


222       SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  6.]    When  I  see  the  blood,  I  will  pass  over  you,  and  there  shall 
no  plague  be  upon  you  to  destroy  you.    Ex.  xii.  13. 
Our  passover  also  hath  been  sacrificed,  even  Christ.    1  Cor,  v.  7. 

THE   PASSOVER. 

Draws  near  tli'  eventful  hour 

Of  Israel's  full  release, 
When  Pharaoh's  cruel  power 
And  bondage-tasks  shall  cease. 
The  day — the  lamb  unblemished  slain — 
Their  great  memorial  shall  remain. 

On  posts  and  lintel  high 

The  fresh  red  blood  is  spread 
For  God's  inspecting  eye, 

As  night  shall  mark  his  tread, 
"When  every  house,  all  Egypt  through, 
Shall  know  the  wonders  he  will  do. 

By  every  Hebrew  shared, 

Each  household  met  complete, 
The  new  gTeat  feast  prepared, 
With  bitter  herbs  they  eat. 
With  girded  loins,  their  feet  well  shod, 
And  staff  in  hand,  they  wait  for  God! 

His  patience  long  abused 

At  length  must  yield  to  wrath; 
This  call,  by  none  refused, 
Will  open  Israel's  path. 
Ah!  what  a  night  of  woe  forlorn, 
"When  Egypt  saw  its  dead  firstborn! 


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The  crimson  on  each  door 
Was  mercy  s  saving  law; 
God  passed  his  people  o'er 
As  there  the  blood  he  saw. 
Deliverance  sure  they  all  receive, 
Because  his  word  their  hearts  believe. 

Oh,  the  great  sacrifice! 

The  far  more  precious  blood — 
The  Lamb  of  Calvary  dies, 
To  bring  the  world  to  God! 
He  sees  that  blood — my  soul  there  laved 
Is  cleansed  from  sin,  from  death  is  saved,   iss? 


[Aug.  7.]    As  the  days  of  the  heavens  above  the  earth.  Deut.  xi.  21. 
First  the  blade,  then  the  ear,  then  the  full  corn  in  the  ear.  Mk.  iv.  28. 

DAYS  OF  HEAVEN. 

What  faith  surveys  shall  meet  the  sight : 
At  evening  time  it  shall  be  light ; 
When  culminates  the  age  of  gold, 
Come  days  of  heaven  on  earth  foretold. 

No  drearn  are  they  of  man's  repose, 
Nor  brilhant  hues  at  daylight's  close, 
Nor  meteor  showers  in  night's  advance, 
Nor  visions  of  a  shadowy  trance. 

They  come  by  growth  of  laboring  years ; 
At  first  the  springing  blade  appeal's ; 
Long  periods  watch  the  ear  mature, 
And  the  full  corn  at  last  is  sure.  i§78 


I 


224      SONGS   FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  8.]    Moses  said  unto  the  people,  Fear  ye  not,  stand  still,  and  see 
the  salvation  of  the  Lord,  which  he  will  work  for  you  to-day.    Ex. 

xiv.  13. 
Wherefore  take  up  the  whole  armor  of  God,  that  ye  may  be  able  to 

withstand  in  the  evil  day,  and,  having  done  all  to  stand.    Eph.  vi.  13. 

AT  THE   RED  SEA. 

"Why  should  Israel  be  dismayed? 

Why  this  sad  and  mournful  cry? 
God  will  give  his  promised  aid, 
He  will  help  when  danger's  nigh. 
Fear  ye  not!  but  trust  in  Heaven, 
Soon  deliverance  shall  be  given. 

He,  whose  marvelous  sovereign  power 

Made  the  monarch  quail  with  dread, 
"When  the  lonely  midnight  hour 

Looked  on  Egypt's  firstborn  dead, — 
He  is  still  the  Hebrews'  friend, 
His  right  arm  shall  yet  defend. 

See  you  Pharaoh's  hosts  to-day? 

Soon  their  ranks  will  fade  from  view ; 
God  will  make  for  you  a  way, 

Light  and  guide  you  safely  through. 
Stand  ye  still,  dismiss  your  fear, 
His  salvation  will  appear! 

Hither  by  Jehovah  brought, 

Surely  he  for  you  will  fight; 
Foes,  who  have  your  capture  sought, 
He  will  overwhelm  to-night. 

Onward,  then,  and  trust  in  Heaven, 
Great  deliverance  shall  be  given!      i839 


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[Aug.  9.]  The  Lord  looked  forth  upon  the  host  of  the  Egyptians  thro' 
the  pillar  of  tire  and  of  cloud,  and  discomfited  the  host.  Ex.  xiv.  24. 
By  faith  they  passed  through  the  Red  sea  as  by  dry  land  :  which  the 

Egyptians  essaying  to  do  were  swallowed  up.    Heb.  xi.  29. 

THE  PILLAR  AND  THE  PASSAGE. 

That  mysterious  column!  it  hung  from  the  sky, 
The  vanguard  as  Israel  the  exodus  made ; 

Lo !  a  wonderful  thing  to  each  upward  turned  eye, 
A  Presence  divine — the  Shekinah  displayed ! 

As  it  lifted  in  grandeur,  their  course  was  discerned ; 

Its  shadow,  refreshing,  soft  over  them  lay ; 
How  resplendent  its  form  as  to  crimson  it  turned, 

And  night  wore  a  beauty  unknown  to  the  day ! 

They  have  come  to  the  Sea,  by  its  margin  they  rest, 
"When  lo !  their  oppressors,  revengeful,  appeal' ; 

But  by  Moses  assured,  at  Jehovah's  behest, 

The  march  is  renewed,  they  advance  without  fear. 

In  the  midst  of  the  sea,  its  dark  waters  rolled  back, 
The  chosen  go  forward,  walled  billows  between ; 

For  they  find  in  the  depths  solid  ground  for  a  track, 
The  marvelous  cloud  brooding  over  the  scene. 

Still  defiant,  the  foe  presses  on  in  their  path : 
The  pillar,  receding,  the  armies  divides ; 

To  Egyptian  pursuers  't  is  darkness  and  wrath ; 
On  Israel,  beloved,  its  bright  glory  abides. 

In  the  watch  of  the  morning  the  Angel  looked  out ; 

The  flash  from  the  cloud  was  defeat  to  the  foe : 
At  the  leader's  waved  staff,  the  sure  signal  of  rout, 

The  refluent  floods  Egypt's  pride  overflow! 


226      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Now  the  host  in  their  freedom,  the  transit  complete, 
All  grateful  and  safe  on  the  welcoming  shore, 

Raise  their  song  to  Jehovah — its  chorus  repeat — 
An  anthem  of  triumph  that  rings  evermore ! 

To  the  long  journey's  end,  as  the  chosen  of  God, 
To  desert  or  mountain  or  river  bank,  came  ; 

In  the  places  of  rest,  in  the  pathways  they  trod, 
Their  guide  was  the  pillar  of  cloud  and  of  flame. 

If  the  night-gloom  was  deepest,  it  gave  them  its  light; 

To  nations  opposed,  it  was  darkness  severe : 
So  the  light  of  God  shines  on  the  pure  in  his  sight. 

While  the  faithless  grope  ever  in  shadow  and  fear. 

1878 
_ -*+> 

[Aug.  10.]    He  shall  blossom  as  the  lily,  and  cast  forth  his  roots  as 
Lebanon.    Hos.  xiv.5. 
He  which  hath  begun  a  good  work  in  you  will  perfect  it.  Phil.  i.  6. 

BUD  AND  BLOOM. 

The  vernal  flowers  that  break  the  ground, 
And,  smiling  sweet,  shed  fragrance  round, 
Are  prophecies  of  fullest  blaze 
Of  summer  blooms  in  sunnier  days. 

The  budding  growths,  though  little  things, 
Are  oft  the  clear  foreshadowings 
Of  grand  events  in  glorious  years, 
When  earth's  ripe  harvesting  appears. 

The  ages  toil;  slow  lapses  time; 
But,  with  their  steady  march  sublime, 
Comes  the  rich  fruitage  sought  so  long 
In  prophet's  voice  and  poet's  song.  1575 


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[Aug.  11.]  I  will  sing  unto  the  Lord,  lor  he  hath  triumphed  glorious- 
ly :  the  horse  and  his  rider  hath  he  thrown  into  the  sea.  Ex.  xv.  1. 
This  man  led  them  forth,  having  wrought  wonders  and  signs  in 

Egypt  and  in  the  Red  sea.    Acts  vii.  36. 

THE   SONG  OF  MOSES. 

Sing,  sing  to  the  Lord !  most  exultingly  sing ; 
All  praise  to  Jehovah !  our  conquering  King ; 
He 's  gloriously  triumphed,  and  Israel  is  free ; 
The  army  of  Pharaoh  is  whelmed  in  the  sea ! 

When  trembling  with  fear  as  environed  by  foes, 
The  waters  he  sundered — like  walls  they  arose  ; 
His  hand  held  us  firmly  till  danger  was  o'er, 
And  foes  that  enslaved  could  pursue  us  no  more. 

O  God !  our  salvation,  we  bow  at  thy  throne ; 
Thy  name  is  exalted,  thy  majesty  known : 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  he  fell  'neath  thy  frown 
As  bolts  of  thy  thunder  in  terror  came  down ! 

From  Egypt  set  free,  in  dread  peril  sustained, 
God's  right  hand  has  saved  us,  the  victory 's  gained ; 
The  horse  and  the  rider  repose  in  death's  sleep, 
They  sank  with  the  chariots  like  lead  in  the  deep. 

Thou  'It  guide  us,  as  onward  to  Canaan  we  go, 
By  cloud  pillar's  shade  or  its  radiant  glow : 
The  sun  scatters  gloom  from  the  far-spread  expanse, 
So  foes  of  thy  chosen  shall  melt  at  thy  glance. 

Thou  mighty  Jehovah !  earth  quails  at  thy  nod, 

No  other  is  like  thee,  like  Israel's  God ! 

Thy  reign  is  for  ever,  thy  glory  divine  ; 

How  fearful  in  praises,  what  wonders  are  thine !  1539 


228  JSOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[AUG.  12.]     I  will  rain  bread  from  heaven  for  you;  and  the  people 
shall  go  out  and  gather  a  day's  portion  every  day.    Ex.  xvi.  4. 
Jesus  said  unto  them,  I  am  the  bread  of  lile  :  he  that  cometh  to  me 

shall  not  hunger.    John  vi.  35. 

THE  MANNA. 

March  the  chosen  sons  and  daughters 

Where  the  guiding  pillar  tells ; 
On  from  Marah's  sweetened  waters, 

Elinrs  palms  and  cooling  wells. 
Marvelous  God's  way  to  lead  them, 

Give  them  victory  and  song ; 
Still  as  wonderful  to  feed  them, 

Satisfy  the  hungry  throng. 

O'er  the  desert  breaks  the  morning, 

Soft  its  voice  from  slumber  calls ; 
Lo  !  the  landscape  far  adorning, 

White  as  snow-flakes  manna  falls. 
Precious  bread,  divinely  given, 

Angels'  food  for  man's  supply, 
Fresh  from  harvest-stores  of  heaven — 

Oh,  the  bounty  of  the  sky ! 

Day  by  day  "t  was  God's  good  pleasure 

Thus  to  rain  his  riches  down : 
Day  by  day  they  had  their  measure, 

At  the  morning's  golden  crown. 
Evening  came  with  special  blessing 

For  the  wants  they  yet  disclose, 
Till,  for  souls  their  good  possessing, 

Blooms  the  desert  as  the  rose. 


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Strange  that  murmurs  oft  are  rising, 

Hearts  unsatisfied  repine, 
Mid  such  miracles  surprising, 

Love  so  tender  and  divine. 
May  we,  gracious,  loving  Father, 

Be  more  grateful,  firm,  and  true, 

As  thy  gifts  we  daily  gather, 

And  thy  richer  Manna  view.  18S7 
*♦> 

[AUG.  13.]    The  Lord  spake  with  you  face  to  face  in  the  mount  out  of 

the  midst  of  the  fire.    DEDT.  v.  4. 

Ye  are  come  unto  mount  Zion  . .  and  to  Jesus  the  mediator  of  a  new 
covenant.    Heb.  xii.  22,24. 

SINAI  AND  CALVARY. 

O  Sinai!  when  I  come  to  thee, 
Jehovah's  flaming  justice  see, 
His  holiness,  majestic,  clear, 
Condemned,  I  shrink  away  with  fear. 

No  word  from  thee  brings  conscience  peace, 
For  guilty  souls  no  blest  release ; 
Thy  trumpet  voice  sounds  forth  the  cry : 
Keep  all  the  law,  or  surely  die! 

With  gladness  I  to  Calvary  turn, 
Abundant  mercy  there  discern. 
Oh,  wondrous  cross — my  tearful  eyes 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  sacrifice. 

Jesus,  the  law  fulfilled  in  thee, 
Forgiveness,  peace,  and  hope,  I  see. 
O  radiant  mount !  O  precious  blood ! 
Thy  death  gives  life,  dear  Son  of  God.      \ss7 


230  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  14.]    When  thou  passest  through  the  waters,  I  will  be  with  thee ; 

and  through  the  rivers,  they  shall  not  overflow  thee.    Isa.  xliii.  2. 

These  things  were  done  in  Bethany  beyond  Jordan,  where  John 
was  baptizing.    John  i.  28. 

THE  RIVER  JORDAN. 

O  Jordan!  swiftly  flowing 

Thy  verdant  banks  along, 
Immortal  wonders  knowing — 

Great  themes  of  sacred  song, 
Light  on  the  ages  throwing, 

As  truth  and  faith  grow  strong. 

Now  millions  at  thy  border, 

From  desert  ways  appear, 
The  chosen  hosts  in  order, 

The  vast  encampment  here, 
Trusting  their  mighty  Warder, 

Unawed  by  foe  or  fear. 

Behold!  thy  swollen  waters, 

That  filled  their  bed  profound, 

With  roar  like  battle  slaughters, 
Are  parted,  piled,  and  bound, 

While  Israel's  sons  and  daughters 
March  through  on  solid  ground! 

God  sent  his  prophets  o'er  thee — 
The  stream  divinely  cleft — 

By  chariot  flame  before  thee 
Was  earth  for  Heaven  left; 

But  mantling  might  he  bore  thee, 
O  lonely  one  bereft ! 


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The  skies  above  thee  riven, 

A  grander  scene  occurred, 
AVhen  Christ,  the  Lord  from  heaven, 

Thy  sacred  waters  stirred, 
The  dove-like  Spirit  given, 

The  Father's  loving  word. 

Symbol  of  death,  O  river! 

Glory  the  other  side ! 
My  Lord!  of  life  the  giver, 

The  shadowy  stream  divide, 
When  to  that  blest  Forever 

Thou  art  my  Saviour-guide.  isss 

<♦> — - — 

[Aug.  15.]    I  have  seen  an  end  ol"  all  perfection;  but  thy  command- 
ment is  exceeding  broad.    Ps.  cxix.  96. 
The  law  hath  been  our  tutor  to  bring  us  unto  Christ,  that  we  might 

be  justified  by  faith.    Gal.  iii.  24. 

GIVING  THE  LAW. 

Moses,  on  Sinai's  brow  with  awe, 
Receives  from  God  his  holy  Law — 
The  great  'ten  words'  that  he  commands, 
On  stone  engraved  by  his  own  hands. 

The  scene  is  grand,  the  truth  sublime, 
Precepts  proclaimed  for  earth  and  time, 
Searching  man's  life,  without,  within; 
A  perfect  guide  to  keep  from  sin. 

The  thunder,  lightning,  trumpet  peal, 
The  great  and  righteous  God  reveal, 
While  each  command  proclaims  him  just, 
And  humbles  sinners  in  the  dust.  i887 


232       SONGS    FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  16.]    The  anointed  of  the  God  of  Jacob,  and  the  sweet  psalmist 

of  Israel.    2  Sam.  xxiii.  J . 

David,  after  he  had  in  his  own  generation  served  the  counsel  of 
God,  fell  on  sleep.    Acts  xiii.  36. 

DAVID. 

Sparkling  as  the  morning  star, 

Ruddy  as  the  radiant  skies, 
Orb  of  promise  beaming  far, 
See  the  son  of  Jesse  rise; 
Beauteous  boy  of  Bethlehem, 
Waits  for  him  a  diadem. 

Shepherd  youth  among  the  hills, 
Nature  holds  in  sweet  control, 
Heavenly  fire  his  spirit  fills, 
Songs  unsung  are  in  his  soul. 

Girt  with  strength  divine  he  grows, 
Triumphs  over  giant  foes. 

Warrior  of  the  grandest  gauge 

Judah's  armies  ever  led, 
Mighty  deeds  mark  every  page 

Where  his  battle  scenes  are  spread. 
Minstrels  sing  his  martial  fame, 
All  the  nation  speak  his  name. 

When  Saul's  cloud-veiled  sun  went  down, 

David  took  his  waiting  throne; 
Ne'er  had  king  a  brighter  crown, 
Nor  a  loftier  wisdom  shown. 
Happy  land  beneath  his  reign, 
Peace  and  splendor  came  again. 


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But  beyond  each  boon  divine, 

Might  of  arms  or  kingly  dower, 
David's  lyrics  glorious  shine, 
Grander  than  his  regal  power. 

Souls  devout,  through  earth  and  time, 
Feel  their  fire  and  catch  their  chime.    iss7 


[Aug.  17.]     The  battle  is  the  Lord's,  and  he  will  give  you  into  our 

hand.    1  Sam.  xvii.  -±7. 

The  weapons  of  our  warfare  are  .  .  mighty  before  God  to  the  casting 
down  of  strong  holds.    2  Cor.  x.  4. 

BATTLE  WITH  THE   GIANT. 

From  the  slopes  of  Azekah  the  Philistines  surveyed 
The  fair  tents  of  Israel  in  Elah  arrayed. 
To  the  summits  they  gather  and,  gleaming  in  light, 
Each  armor-clad  host  is  prepared  for  the  fight. 

In  the  valley  between, 

Vine  and  olive  in  green 
Wait  the  tread  and  the  shock  of  the  terrible  scene ! 

They  pause,  as  reluctant,  in  still,  bated  breath, 
The  war-shout  to  utter,  and  rush  to  the  death, 
When  scornfully,  proudly,  and  slowly,  alone, 
Stalked  the  giant  of  Gath,  like  a  king  from  his  throne; 
And  enveloped  in  mail, 
Strutting  down  through  the  vale, 
He  called  loud  for  a  champion  to  meet  and  assail. 

His  form  was  gigantic,  his  spear  like  a  beam, 
Broad  shield,  and  high  helmet,  and  resonant  scream, 
As  for  forty  long  days  he  came  forth  in  his  pride, 
And  the  armies  of  Israel  contemned  and  defied ! 


234  SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASOXS. 

None  dared  answer  his  call, 
Neither  Abner  nor  Saul, 
Lest  beneath  his  vast  sword  he  should  merciless  fall. 

From  Bethlehem's  hills  a  fair  shepherd  boy  came, 
And  heard  the  Philistine  his  brethren  defame ; 
He  felt  in  his  soul  that  the  might  of  the  Lord 
"Would  give  him  the  conquest,  his  valor  reward : 

So  the  beautiful  lad 

In  simplicity  said, 
I  accept  the  bold  challenge  the  monster  has  made. 

Then  David  went  forth  without  armor  or  shield, 
Save  the  sling  in  his  hand  and  the  stone  it  must  wield. 
All  Israel  stood  breathless — the  Philistines  aghast, 
As  Goliath  fell  low  when  the  swift  missile  passed ! 

The  youth  smote  off  his  head ; 

The  uncircunicised  fled ; 
Israel,  shouting,  pursued  mid  the  wounded  and  dead! 

Now  silent  the  boasted  defiance  and  wrath, 
As  prone  on  the  earth  lies  the  giant  of  Gath ; 
His  sword  and  his  spear  and  the  mail  that  he  wore, 
Un wielded  and  useless,  are  trusted  no  more. 

All  the  valley  and  hill 

Ring  with  victory  still, 
And  the  white  tents  of  Elah  shake  under  the  thrill ! 

How  glorious  is  faith  in  the  battle  for  right ! 
To  conquer  is  easy  when  God  gives  the  might ; 
Sublinie  the  achievements  his  servants  may  win, 
As  they  meet  in  his  name  the  mailed  giants  of  sin. 


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Souls !  your  heritage  guard ! 
Would  you  gain  its  reward  ? 
Come  up  to  the  help — to  the  help  of  the  Lord !   i868 


[AUG.  18-1     God  my  Maker,  who  giveth  songs  in  the  night.    Joi* 

xxxv.  10. 

I  heard  a  voice  of  many  angels  round  about  the  throne  and  the 
living  creatures.     REV.  v.  11. 

CELESTIAL   MINSTRELSIES. 

Hark!  a  strain  of  music  floats 
Softly  through  the  evening  air; 

SwTset  and  soothing  are  its  notes, 
Like  the  cadences  of  prayer. 

These  are  songs  the  Lord  inspires, 
"Which  he  giveth  in  the  night, 

Stealing  out  from  spirit  lyres, 
Changing  darkness  into  light. 

Lo !  a  pensive  harp  I  hear ; 

Angel  fingers  touch  its  chords, 
And  a  chastened  heart  sincere 

Utters  forth  its  trusting  words. 

Hopeful  is  the  music's  tone, 

Mid  the  tears  of  sorrowing  grief, 

Shed  o'er  dear  ones  loved  and  gone — 
Dear  ones  nigh  to  give  relief. 

Live  they  still  who  knew  us  here — 
Souls  in  Christ  shall  never  die — 

Long  they  for  us,  hold  us  dear, 

Waiting,  watching  from  the  sky.        1554 


236  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASON'S. 

[Aug.  19.]     Give  me  now  wisdom  and  knowledge.    2  Chron.  i.  10. 
Ask, and  it  shall  be  given  unto  you;  seek,  aud  ye  shall  find.    Mat. 

SOLOMONS  CHOICE. 

Fair  Gibeon's  summit,  broadly  rounded, 

Upheld  an  altar-shrine, 
Where  free  burnt  offerings  abounded, 

As  worship's  act  divine. 

Here  Solomon  the  king  slept,  dreaming, 

After  his  vows  were  given, 
When  came  the  Lord  in  glory  gleaming, 

As  from  the  gate  of  heaven. 

Ask  me,  proposed  the  Voice  supernal, 

What  I  to  thee  shall  give. 
Then  prayed  the  king  to  the  Eternal, 

For  wisdom  how  to  live: 

"Thy  mercy  to  my  father  showing 
Was  bounteous  and  great; 
And  kindness  still  thou  art  bestowing, 
As  I  before  thee  wait. 

Called  as  the  king  of  this  vast  nation, 

And  but  a  child  am  I ; 
I  can  not  fill  this  mighty  station, 

Only  as  thou  art  nigh. 

Oh,  give  thy  servant  understanding — 

A  wise,  discerning  heart, 
That  he,  whate'er  the  task's  demanding, 

May  act  the  noblest  part." 

A  choice  that  met  Jehovah's  pleasure, 
A  prayer  that  blessing  brought 


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Of  wisdom,  wealth,  gifts  without  measure, 
Far  more  than  all  he  sought. 

Oh,  help  me,  gracious,  blessed  Father, 

E'er  thus  to  pray  and  live, 
Choosing  the  heavenly  wisdom,  rather 

Than  what  this  world  can  give.  ig84 


[Aug.  20. J    The  Lord  is  my  rock,  and  my  fortress,  and  my  deliverer, 

even  mine.    2  Sam.  xxii.  2. 

Other  foundation  can  no  man  lay  than  that  which  is  laid,  which  is 
Jesus  Christ.    1  Cor.  iii.  11. 

THE  ROCK  FOUNDATION. 

Rock  eternal!  thou  shalt  be 
Building  place  alone  for  me ; 
Blest  foundation,  sure  and  strong, 
Earth's  one  hope  through  ages  long; 
All  who  thee  for  refuge  sought 
Safe  have  been  to  glory  brought. 

Rock  of  Israel,  smitten,  cleft, 
Souls,  through  sin's  despair  bereft, 
See  thee  rise  o'er  waves  of  time, 
Heavenly  beacon,  tower  sublime: 
Christ  our  Rock!  they  fly  to  thee, 
Building  place  for  them  and  me. 

TVhen  the  testing  hour  we  know, 

Floods  of  grief  the  soul  o'erflow, 

Tempests  wild  our  house  assail, 

Builders  on  the  sand  shall  fail, 

Rock  eternal!  thou  wilt  be 

Refuge,  Home,  and  Heaven  to  me.  \ss7 


238  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  21.]    The  Lord  loved  Israel  for  ever,  therefore  made  he  thee 
king,  to  do  judgment  and  justice.    1  Kings  x.  9. 
Behold,  a  greater  than  Solomon  is  here.    Luke  xi.  31. 

THE  QUEEN  AND  THE  KING. 

The  Queen  in  regal  glory 

From  distant  Sheba  came, 
Drawn  by  the  wondrous  story 

Of  Israel's  sacred  fame. 
Awed  by  the  matchless  splendor — 

The  wisdom  of  the  king — 
Her  praise  what  words  could  render, 

Or  worthy  tribute  bring? 

"O  Solomon!  behold  me, 

Faint,  at  the  vast  array! 
The  half  had  ne'er  been  told  me 

Of  what  my  eyes  survey! 
I  could  not  then  believe  it, 

And  yet  'twas  all  so  true; 
Scarce  now  can  I  receive  it — 

'Tis  marvelous  in  my  view! 

Happy  are  those  so  near  thee, 

"Who  see  thy  royal  state, 
The  servants  that  revere  thee, 

And  in  thy. presence  wait: 
WThat  wisdom  ever  gaining 

From  golden  words  of  thine; 
A  place  so  rare  obtaining 
'    Is  sure  a  boon  divine. 


SONGS    FOR   ALL    SEASONS.  239 

Blest  be  the  Lord,  whose  favor, 

To  his  beloved  is  shown; 
Blest  be  thy  God  for  ever, 

Who  set  thee  on  the  throne; 
Crowned  thee  with  wealth  and  station, 

And  wisdom's  vast  increase, 
That  thou  niight'st  rule  the  nation 

"With  justice,  truth,  and  peace/' 

O  King  of  kings!  what  glory 

Is  thine  in  worlds  above! 
Who,  who  can  tell  the  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love? 
How  sweet  the  peace  and  pleasure 

Here  to  thy  servants  given! 
How  glorious  the  treasure 

Reserved  for  them  in  Heaven!  1884 


rAUG.  22.]    Come  ye,  and  let  us  walk  in  the  light  of  fhe  Lord.    Isa. 
'  ii.  5. 
Jesus  himself  drew  near,  and  went  with  them.    Luke  xxiv.  15. 

BLESSED  COMPANIONSHIP. 

Dear  Lord,  when  in  my  walks  alone, 
How  blest  are  thoughts  of  thee; 

I  lift  heart-breathings  to  thy  throne, 
And  find  thou  art  with  me. 

Thy  nearness  brightens  all  my  way; 

Thy  works  fresh  beauties  wear; 
Thy  love  breaks  o'er  me,  and  the  day 

Is  bathed  in  Heaven's  own  air.  1590 


240      SONGS   FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  23.]     Entangled  like  thorns  and  drunken  as  with  their  drink 
they  are  consumed.  (Am.  Com.)     Nah.  i.  10. 
Some  save,  snatching  them  out  of  the  fire.    Jude  23. 

THE   MONSTER  VICE. 

Still  the  monster  vice  is  found; 

The  old  dragon,  yet  unbound, 
With  his  fallen  spirits,  rages, 
Writes  in  woe  the  awful  pages 

Where  his  daily  deeds  abound. 

Widows'  weeds  are  doubly  deep, 
Pleading  orphans  more  than  weep, 

Ruined  spirits  chafe  their  prison; 

Mind  is  lost — what  bright  stars  risen 
Madness  clouds  in  gloom  to  keep! 

What  the  worm  to  floweret  rare, 

What  miasma  to  the  air, 
What  the  life-blood,  chilled  and  frozen, 
What  false  Judas  to  the  chosen, 

Is  the  cup  to  all  that's  fair. 

Shall  the  desolation  still 
Hearts  and  homes  forever  fill? 

Shall  the  monster  live,  augmenting, 

Man's  indifference  consenting, 
When  to  slay  him  is  to  will? 

Oh,  ye  souls  of  heavenly  birth, 

Heritage  of  God  on  earth, 
Save  the  young  from  fierce  temptation, 
Save  the  tainted  from  damnation; 

In  this  conflict  prove  your  worth!         1372 


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f  Aug.  24.]    A  people  which  shall  be  created  shall  praise  the  Lord.— 

Ps.  cii.  18. 

He  that  reapeth  receiveth  wages,  and  gathereth  fruit  unto  life  eter- 
nal.   John  iv.  36. 

FIELD  AND   REAPERS. 

In  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Ah,  what  scenes  of  woe  abound! 

Wide-spread  regions  thronged  with  people 
Wrapt  in  darkness,  sad,  profound! 

Ignorance,  like  night's  deep  shadows, 
Rests  on  countless  groveling  minds; 

War,  caste,  bondage — all  the  evils, 
Deathless  souls  in  fetters  binds! 

But  a  happier  age  is  coming, 

Lo!  its  tinted  dawn  appears; 
Prophets  see  its  glorious  advent — 

Era  of  the  promised  years. 

Earth  shall  then,  like  primal  Eden, 
Filled  with  truth  and  virtue,  bloom; 

Sins  and  sorrows,  darkening  o'er  it, 
Shall  have  found  a  rayless  tomb. 

Field  inviting  for  the  earnest, 

"Warm  with  impulse  high  and  pure, 

Where  all  labors,  sweet  and  holy, 
Present,  future  good  insure! 

Look  upon  the  outspread  landscape, 
From  its  shadows  ne'er  recoil; 

Give,  to  make  it  bloom  in  beauty, 

Hearts  of  love  and  hands  of  toil.         1849 


242      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  25.]    There  appeared  a  chariot  of  fire,  and  horses  of  fire,  which 
parted  them  both  asunder;  and  Elijah  went  up  by  a  whirlwind  intc 

heaven.    2  Kings  ii.  11. 
Elijah  was  a  man  of  like  passions  with  us.    James  v.  17. 

ELIJAH. 

Tishbite  sage,  inspired  of  Heaven, 
Burning  light  to  Israel  given, 
Clad  with  zeal  and  might  of  grace, 
Grandest  prophet  of  his  race! 

True,  sublime  in  earnest  life, 
Strong  and  brave  in  fearful  strife, 
Boldly  speaks  the  will  of  God, 
"Wields  the  stern  reformer's  rod. 

Glorious  triumphs  sought  and  won, 
Deeds  immortal  nobly  done, 
Bounding  out  his  work-day  well, 
Till  is  touched  its  vesper  bell. 

Oh,  to  him  how  bright  the  end! 
Opening  skies  a  chariot  send, 
Drawn  by  steeds  of  flaming  light, 
Wondrous  to  the  prophet's  sight. 

Angel  hands  now  place  hini  there, 
Whirlwinds  lift  him  high  in  air, 
Stars  his  soaring  passage  wait, 
Heaven  shouts  welcome  at  its  gate. 

Not  for  us  the  car  of  light, 

Through  the  shadow  is  our  flight; 

Led  by  faith's  illuming  ray, 

Need  we  fear  to  launch  away?  i869  - 


JSOKGS  FOE  ALL  8EAB0NB.  243 

[Aug.  26.]    God  settcth  the  solitary  in  families.    Ps.  lxviii.  6. 

The  mother  of  Jesus  was  there    and  Jesus  also  was  bidden,  and  his 
disciples,  to  the  marriage.    John  ii.  1,2. 

THE  MARRIAGE  AT  CANA. 

Sweet  Cana!  where  the  Master  came 
With  followers  new  from  Jordan's  shore, 

"Whose  visit  made  thy  humble  name 
Remembered  hence  forevermore. 

Jesus  no  stern  ascetic  proved ; 

The  common  scenes  of  life  he  blest, 
Met  oft  with  friends  he  knew  and  loved, 

Was  welcomed  here  a  wedding  guest. 

And  Mary,  careful,  quick  to  lead, 
Bade  helpers  serve  her  Son  divine, 

When  lo!  to  meet  the  festive  need, 
He  changed  the  water  into  wine! 

This  first  of  wonder  works  he  wrought, 
And  made  his  Godlike  glory  known ; 

So  were  his  weak  disciples  taught, 
His  word  to  trust,  his  power  to  own. 

Blest  Saviour!  in  our  times  of  cheer, 
As  in  our  days  or  moments  sad, 

Grant  we  may  ever  find  thee  near, 

To  soothe  our  hearts,  or  make  them  glad. 

Ourselves,  our  offerings,  brought  to  thee, 
Canst  thou,  O  Lord,  accept,  approve"? 

We  feel  how  poor  and  vain  they  be, 

Unless  transformed  by  grace  and  love.    1886 


244      SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  27.]   My  God,  my  God,  why  hasf  thou  forsaken  me?  Ps.  xxii.  I. 
Jesus  . .  said,  It  is  finished :  and  he  bowed  his  head,  ai)d  gave  up  his 
spirit.    John  xix.  30. 

DYING  ON  THE  CROSS. 

Behold  the  Saviour  as  he  hangs 

On  Calvary's  cross  in  blood  and  shame, 

Enduring  more  than  mortal  pangs, 

"While  heartless  crowds  revile  and  blame. 

Traitor  and  judge  and  Sanhedrim 

See  now  the  work  their  hands  have  done ; 

Ah !  what  shall  be  their  sight  of  him — 
The  King  at  last  upon  his  throne! 

The  thoughtless  jest,  wrhile  painful  hours 
In  untold  anguish  slowly  move, — 

Oh,  how  can  heaven  restrain  its  powers 
O'er  such  a  scene  of  dying  Love ! 

It  dreads  to  look,  and  darkness  falls, 
A  chilling  shade  of  deathlike  gloom : 

These  mocking  souls  the  scene  appalls — 
A  trembling  world  awaits  its  doom ! 

Such  crisis-hour  earth  never  saw ; 

"My  God,  my  God!"  is  Jesus'  plea, 
He  feels  that  loving  Face  withdraw, 
As  o'er  him  rolls  sin's  awful  sea. 

He  bears  the  curse,  he  triumphs  there, 
The  Lamb  divine  for  us  is  slain ; 
"'Tis  finished,''  bursts  upon  the  air, 

The  darkness  flies,  'tis  light  again!        i882 


JSOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASOXS.  245 

[Aug.  28.]     Choose  you  this  day  whom  ye  will  serve. . .  as  for  me  and 
my  house,  we  will  serve  the  Lord.    Josh.  xxiv.  15. 
What  then  shall  I  do  unto  Jesus  which  is  called  Christ?  Mat.  xxvii. 

22. 

WHAT  SHALL  I  DO  WITH  JESUS? 

What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

The  Christ  who  may  be  mine? 
Accept  him  as  my  Saviour, 

Or  spurn  the  gift  divine? 
His  only  Son  God  gave  me — 

I  must,  I  do  decide ; 
And  Christ  I  take  to  save  me, 

Or  Christ  is  now  denied. 

What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

The  precious  Lamb  of  God? 
I  cast  my  soul  upon  him — 

He  bathes  it  in  his  blocd: 
111  gratefully  confess  him 

Before  the  vile  and  just; 
My  ransomed  powers  shall  bless  him, 

My  sure  and  only  trust. 

What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus? 

For  him  the  cross  I'll  take; 
All  earthly  losses  suffer, 

Ere  I  the  Lord  forsake. 
In  scenes  of  joy  or  sighing, 

His  love  shall  be  the  Fame; 
While  living  and  in  dying, 

I'll  glory  in  his  name. 


246  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASOXS. 

What  now  I  do  with  Jesus, 

When  this  brief  life  is  past 
TTill  be  with  me  remembered 

Before  his  bar  at  last: 
Nor  will  he  then  disown  me, 

With  those  who  hate  and  scoff; 
At  his  right  hand  he'll  crown  me — 

He  will  not  cast  me  off.  iSG5 


[Aug.  28.]     Thou  shalt  guide  me  with  thy  counsel,  and  afterward  re- 
ceive me  to  glory.    Ps.  lxxiii.  24. 

His  servants  shall  do  him  service  :  and  theyshall  see  his  face.    Rev. 
xxii.  4. 

HEAVEN. 

Far,  far  above  this  changing  world, 

Beyond  its  darkest  scene, 
What  light  and  beauty  are  unfurled 

O'er  fields  of  fadeless  green ! 

No  parting  sad,  no  sullen  blight, 

Of  pain  and  death  no  fear, 
No  gathering  storm,  nor  cheerless  night, 

Shall  in  that  realm  appear. 

How  joyous  they  who  shall  at  last 

Its  blessed  treasures  share! 
For  sorrow's  cloud  shall  never  cast 

A  darksome  shadow  there. 

Amid  the  glories  of  the  place 

The  saints  their  Lord  shall  meet, 

In  ecstasies  behold  his  face, 

And  worship  at  his  feet.  ]84o 


SOXGS    FOR    ALL    SEASONS.  247 

[Aug.  29.]  God  shall  bring  every  work  into  judgment  with  every  hid- 
den thing,  whether  it  be  good  or  whether  it  be  e\  il.  E<  <  L.  xii.  H. 
That  eaeh  one  may  receive  the  tilings  done  in  the  body,  according 

to  what  he  hath  done.    2  Cob.  v.  10. 

THE  JUDGMENT. 

The  Judgment  comes ! — the  end  of  years ; 
The  Son  of  Man  in  clouds  appears ! 
The  glory  bursts  on  mortal  sight, 
Enhanced  by  all  the  angels  bright ; 
Shepherd  and  King,  he  sits  enthroned, 
^Yhile  nations  all  to  him  respond. 

The  risen  dead,  the  living  changed — 
What  myriad  hosts  before  him  ranged ! 
He  sees  all  hearts,  and  so  divides 
The  sheep  from  goats — their-  chosen  sides: 
That  throng  so  vast  upon  his  right — 
The  blood-redeemed — oh,  glorious  sight! 

"Ye  blessed  of  my  Father,  come! 
The  kingdom  take,  your  heavenly  home. 
You  honored  me  with  loyal  love, 
From  hearts  that  knew  the  birth  above ; 
And  oft,  in  ways  ye  little  thought, 
Unselfish  deeds  in  kindness  wrought." 

Ah !  trembling  souls  upon  his  left 

Are  now  of  every  hope  bereft ; 

Their  sad  neglects  make  his  "Depart" 

Eeveal  each  sin  and  selfish  heart. 

Saviour !  thy  grace  to  me  be  given, 

And  call  me  in  that  day  to  Heaven.  i88o 


248       SONGS   FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Aug.  30.]    For  so  he  giveth  unto  his  beloved  sleep.    Ps.  cxxvii.  2. 
As  we  have  borne  the  image  of  the  earthy,  we  shall  also  bear  the 
image  of  the  heavenly.    1  Cor.  xv.  49. 

REQUIEM. 

Lowly  in  the  grave  reposing, 

Gentle  maiden,  sweetly  sleep, 
"While  its  portals  o'er  thee  closing 
Shall  their  sacred  treasure  keep, 
Till  again,  thy  youth  assuming, 
Thou  appear  in  beauty  blooming. 

Soft  and  silent  are  thy  slumbers, 

Dreamless  thy  long  night  of  rest, 
Naught  of  grief  thy  spirit  cumbers, 
"Welcomed  now  among  the  blest, 
Where  to  thee  a  home  is  given, 
Slid  the  blissful  bowers  of  Heaven. 

Tears  bedew  the  dust  above  thee, 

Sacred  is  thy  peaceful  tomb; 
Planted  here  by  those  that  love  thee, 
Fairest  flowers  shall  brightly  bloom, 
Pointing  through  their  beauties  vernal 
Up  to  life  and  love  eternal. 

Angel  harps  and  seraph  voices 

Strangely  charm  thy  raptured  soul, 
While  in  gladness  it  rejoices, 

Free  from  aught  of  earth's  control: 
Sorrow  there  shall  enter  never, 
Youth  and  beauty  bloom  forever.      1345 


JSOXGS    FOE    ALL  SEASOX&  249 

[Aug.  31.]    O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song;  for  he  hath  done  mar- 
velous things.    Ps.  xeviii.  1. 
My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord,  and  my  spirit  hath  rejoiced  in  God 

my  Saviour.    Luke  i.  40, 47. 

MARYS   SONG. 

My  soul  the  Lord  doth,  magnify, 
It  hath  rejoiced  in  God  Most  High, 

My  Saviour  dear. 
He  hath  looked  on  my  low  estate, 
And  crowned  with  honor  true  and  great 

His  handmaid  here. 

Henceforth  shall  generations  call 
Me  blessed  through  the  ages  all — 

A  sacred  fame — 
Because  the  glorious  Mighty  One 
Great  things  for  me  hath  surely  done: 

Holy  his  name ! 

On  those  that  fear  him  everywhere, 
Mercy  and  grace  will  he  declare, 

Through  time's  long  flight. 
The  proud  in  heart  have  feared  his  frown, 
And  princes  been  from  thrones  cast  down 

By  his  great  might. 

He  lifts  the  humble  ev'n  o'er  kings, 
The  hungry  feeds  with  choicest  things, 

Sends  rich  away; 
Remembers  all  his  words  of  old, 
And  helps  the  faithful  of  his  fold, 

From  Abrah'm's  day.  is$9 


250      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Sept.  1.]     Say  ye  to  the  daughter  of  Zion,  Behold,  thy  salvation 

cometh.    Isa.  lxii.  11. 

The  angel  said  unto  them  . .  Behold,  I  bring  you  good  tidings  of 
great  joy  which  shall  be  to  all  the  people.    Luke  ii.  10. 

EARTHS  FAIREST  MORN. 

All  hail  the  day  the  tidings  bringing, 

Earth's  fairest  morn! 
O'er  Bethlehem's  plains  an  angel  singing, 
What  glorious  words  to  mortals  ringing, 

The  Christ  is  born! 

The  Christ  is  born! 

Shepherds,  surprised,  behold  descending, 

From  heaven's  abode, 
A  flaming  host,  their  voices  blending 
In  praiseful  chorus  never  ending, 

Glory  to  God! 

Glory  to  God! 

Ere  to  celestial  heights  returning, 

Hear  their  refrain; 
For  human  hearts  what  tender  yearning, 
What  love  divine  for  wanderers  burning, 

Good  will  to  men! 

Good  will  to  men! 

O  friend!  to-day  a  joyful  greeting 

Let  this  song  be: 
In  love  my  heart  to  thine  is  beating, 
Of  all  good  gifts,  its  wish  repeating, 

The  best  for  thee! 

The  best  for  thee!  i889 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASOXS.  251 

[Sept.  2.]    The  voice  of  one  that  crieth,  Prepare  ye  in  the  wilderness 
the  way  of  the  Lord.    ISA.  xl.  3. 

He  was  the  lamp  that  burnetii  and  shineth.    John  v.  35. 
JOHN  THE   BAPTIST. 

Star  forecasting  brighter  ray, 
Dawn  before  the  Sun-lit  day, 

On  the  ages  breaking. 
List  the  longed-for  voice  sublime, 
Hail  the  fullness  of  the  time, 

Bloom  in  deserts  making! 

Messenger  by  seers  foretold, 
Prophet  of  Elijah's  mold, 

Herald  of  the  Valley, 
Blazing  like  celestial  flame, 
Pointing  to  the  mightier  Name 

Crowds  that  round  him  rally. 

Ruler,  Scribe  and  Pharisee, 
Soldier  ranks  from  Galilee, 

Cities  throngs  deliver, 
Hills  of  Judah  lonely  left, 
Bashan  slopes  of  hosts  bereft, — 

All  at  Jordan's  River. 

Ye,  repent!  the  Kingdom's  near! 
Joy!  the  Christ  will  soon  appear! 

Make  a  way  before  him; 
Penitents  his  grace  shall  share, 
Fruits  of  righteousnes  prepare, 

Loyal  hearts  adore  him. 


252  /SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS, 

Lo,  He  comes!  and  Jordan's  stream 
Wears  a  wondrous  sacred  gleam — 

Spirit  soft  descending, 
Dove-like,  on  th'  obedient  Lord, 
And  the  Father's  loving  word 

His  dear  Son  commending. 

Truth  he  preached  with  lightning  power ; 

Rage  and  vengeance  had  their  hour — 

Martyrdom  in  prison. 

Glorious  work,  most  bravely  done; 

Fades  the  star,  for  now  the  Sun 

On  the  world  is  risen!  i887 
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[Sept.  3.]    The  Lord  thy  God  will  raise  up  unto  thee  a  Prophet  from 
the  midst  of  thee,  of  thy  brethren.    DEUT.  xviii.  15. 
The  Word  became  flesh,  and  dwelt  among  us.    John  i.  14. 

THE  WORD  INCARNATE. 

With  God  in  the  deep  past, 
And  God,  the  First,  the  Last, 

Who  all  things  made: 
Oh,  mystery  of  love! 
He  left  the  throne  above, 
Among  lost  men  to  move, 

In  flesh  arrayed. 

He  came,  the  world's  true  Light, 
To  pierce  its  rayless  night, 

Bring  hope  and  day; 
The  Life  of  men  to  be, 
The  Lamb  of  Calvary, — 
Behold,  O  world!  how  he 

Takes  sin  away. 


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Not  by  his  own  received, 
But  all  who  him  believed, 

The  boon  were  given, 
Of  sons  through  Spirit-birth, 
The  ransomed  of  the  earth, 
Souls  of  immortal  worth, 

And  heirs  of  Heaven. 

0  thou  incarnate  One! 

Of  God  and  man  the  Son, 

Blest  Saviour,  mine! 

In  thee  all  glories  meet, 

All  truth  and  grace  complete, 

All  love  and  mercy  sweet, — 

My  Lord  divine!  1886 

■ -♦♦> 

[Sept.  4.]    Thou  art  fairer  than  the»children  of  men :  grace  is  poured 
into  thy  lips.  Ps.  xlv.  2. 
Behold,  the  Lamb  of  God !  And . .  they  followed  Jesus.  John  i.  36,37. 

SEEN  AND  FOLLOWED. 

Full  of  a  strange  unrest, 

1  sought  relief  in  vain; 
The  world  had  lost  its  zest, 

And  pleasure  seemed  but  pain. 
Ah,  wTho  would  bring  release? 
Give  heart  and  conscience  peace? 

Hast  thou  not  seen  the  Christ, 
"While  others  find  him  near? 
A  look  for  them  sufficed, 
"Why  linger  sadly  here? 
Come  and  behold  his  face, 
It  beams  with  matchless  grace. 


254  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

They  brought  me  to  the  Lamb; 

Oh,  blessed  eyes  were  mine! 
I  breathed  his  saving  name, 
And  felt  his  love  divine; 

His  look  was  wondrous  fair, 
Such  kingly  meekness  there. 

His  gracious  voice  I  heard, 

In  accents  sweet  and  clear; 
His  kind  assuring  word 
Dispelled  my  gloomy  fear: 
Thy  need  I  know  and  see, 
O  burdened  soul,  trust  Me! 

My  heavenly  Master  thou, 
My  all  on  earth  to  be; 
Accept  my  sacred  vow, 
I  can  but  follow  thee: 
Whate'er  I  have  and  am 
Are  thine,  O  lovely  Lamb ! 


[Sept.  5.]     The  Lord  shall  count,  when  he  writeth  up  the  peoples, 

This  one  was  born  there.    Ps.  lxxxvii.  6. 

Yerily,  verily,  1  say  unto  thee,  Except  a  man  be  born  anew,  he 
cannot  see  the  kingdom  of  God.    John  iii.  3. 

THE  NIGHT  INTERVIEW. 

Dense  shadows  o'er  him  crept, 
As  Nicodemus  made  his  way  alone, 
While  through  his  soul  in  searching  undertone 

A  deep  impression  swept. 


SOXGS    FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  255 

This  Man  from  heaven  must  be, 
A  Teacher  sent  us  from  the  Throne  on  high  ; 
His  miracles  all  human  work  defy, — 

In  him  God's  power  I  see. 

This  to  the  Christ  he  said, 
And  heard  in  wonderment  the  answer  given, 
As  if  a  thunder-stroke  from  the  clear  heaven 

Had  broken  o'er  his  head. 

Truly  I  say  to  thee, 
Unless  a  man  be  born  again — anew, 
God's  kingdom  surely  he  can  never  view, 

Its  glory  never  see. 

How  can  it  be  ?     Behold, 
The  Spirit,  Like  the  searching  wind  o'er  earth, 
Gives  to  receptive  souls  the  heavenly  birth, 

And  brings  them  to  the  fold. 

The  teacher  thou  of  men ! 
To  thee  I  bring  the  truth  so  long  forgot, 
The  very  gate  of  life — oh,  marvel  not, 

Ye  must  be  born  again ! 

The  words  of  that  still  horn*, 
.Full,  for  the  world,  of  God's  unmeasured  love, 
Came  as  a  new  evangel  from  above, 

And  wrought  with  saving  power. 

And  solemnly  as  then, 
These  words  of  Christ  ring  down  the  ages  still, 
Men's  inmost  souls  to  touch,  arouse,  and  thrill, 

Te  must  be  born  again !  1S86 


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SONGS   FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 


[Sept.  6.]    I  that  speak  in  righteousness,  mighty  to  save.  IsA.lxiii.  1. 
Jesus  saith  unto  her,  I  that  speak  unto  thee  am  he.    John  iv.  26. 

THE  VOICE  OF  JESUS. 

Burdened  spirit!  in  thy  sorrow 
Bowed  beneath  a  sense  of  sin, 

Longing  for  some  glad  to-morrow 

That  shall  bring  thee  peace  within, — 

Jesus  cometh!  thou  art  near  him, 
Bringing  pardon  full  and  free, 

Blest  Messiah!  lost  one,  hear  him: 
"I  that  speak  to  thee  am  he." 

Fearest  thou,  O  weak  believer! 

That  thy  faith  or  courage  fail? 
That  the  wiles  of  man's  deceiver 

"Will  against  thy  life  prevail? 
Nay!  thy  Lord  o'ercomes  the  schemer, 

He  will  strength  and  refuge  be; 
Mighty  is  thy  soul's  Redeemer — 
"I  that  speak  to  thee  am  he." 

When  life's  trials  are  abounding, 
Loss  and  trouble  press  thee  sore, 

Hope  and  confidence  confounding, 
Even  prayer  seems  heard  no  more; 

Still  he's  near,  and  not  to  grieve  thee, 
Every  pledge  fulfilled  shall  be; 

Christ  who  saved  will  never  leave  thee, 
"I  that  speak  to  thee  am  he." 

Through  the  shadows  o'er  thee  falling, 
Light  and  beauty  from  above 


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Drive  away  all  gloom  appalling. 
Bring  the  radiant  beams  of  love; 

Faith  grows  strong  and  burdens  lighten, 
Blessed  guidance  thou  shalt  see, 

Jesus'  voice  thy  hope  shall  brighten, 
"I  that  speak  to  thee  am  he." 

Passing  years  serenely  gliding, 

Heavenly  light  is  on  thy  way, 
Comfort  knowing,  peace  abiding, 

Dawns  at  last  Eternal  Day. 
Jesus  kept  and  led  and  proved  thee, 

Now  his  grace  triumphant  see ; 
Having  loved  he  always  loved  thee, — 
"I  that  speak  to  thee  am  he."  i$$6 


[Sept.  7.]     O  Lord,  my  strength,  and  my  strong  hold,  and  my  refuge 
in  the  day  of  affliction.    Jer.  xvi.  19. 
Jesus  saith  unto  him,  Go  thy  way,  thy  son  liveth.    John  iv.  50 

THE   NOBLEMAN'S   SON. 

Wealth  could  not  now  its  wish  fulfill, 
Nor  patient  use  of  highest  skill, 

Nor  tender  love  and  care : 
The  fever,  with  augmented  power, 
And  tightened  grasp  each  passing  hour, 

Changed  hope  to  sad  despair. 

The  pallid  face,  the  shortened  breath, 
Foretold  the  near  approach  of  death! 
Ah,  who  the  lad  can  save? 


258      SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

The  father  thought  of  Jesus  then — 
Who  had  to  Cana  come  again — 
And  would  his  mercy  crave. 

At  early  morn  he  hastes  away, 

"With  anxious  heart  through  all  the  day, 

And  found  at  eve  the  Lord. 
1  'Oh,  come,  my  dying  son  to  heal, 
In  his  behalf  thy  power  reveal," 

"Was  his  beseeching  word. 

His  poor  weak  faith  not  yet  divined 
The  glorious  work  his  Lord  designed, 

And  so  "Conie  down,"  he  plead. 
He  did  not  deem  that  then  and  there 
The  Master's  word  the  child  could  spare, 

Or  raise  liim  up  if  dead ! 

But  Christ  to  faith  its  victory  gives ; 
"Go  homeward  thou,  thy  dear  one  lives!" 

He  trusts  the  promise  sure. 
From  death's  dark  door  the  helpless  son, 
At  once  to  health  and  vigor  won, 

Confirmed  the  perfect  cure ! 

O  Great  Physician !  how  thy  power 
Avails  at  any  point  or  hour, 

And  heeds  nor  time  nor  space ! 
Oh,  happy  home !  where  all  believe, 
And  health  and  life  and  heaven  receive 

Through  Christ's  recovering  grace.        is§6 


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[Sept.  8. J    My  mouth  shall  speak  the  praise  of  the  Lord.  Ps.  cxlv.21. 

Many  of  the  Samaritans  believed  on  him  because  of  the  word  of  the 

woman  who  testified,  He  told  me  all  things  that  e\  er  I  did.  John  iv.  39. 

EFFECTIVE  TESTIMONY. 

She  saw  and  drank  the  living  water, 

And  went  at  once  to  tell 
The  glorious  truths  the  Saviour  taught  her, 
And  how  from  sin  to  faith  he  brought  her, 

While  talking  at  the  Well. 

She  hastes  with  joyous  feet  and  willing, 

The  city  streets  around, 
And  tells  the  story  new  and  thrilling, 
All  ears  and  hearts  with  wonder  filling, 

Of  Christ  whom  she  had  found. 

Some  souls  believed,  for  pardon  yearning, 
And  others  sought  and  heard 

The  Man  their  inmost  hearts  discerning ; 

And,  truth  and  life  from  Jesus  learning, 
Eeceived  the  gracious  word. 

'Tis  sweet  for  those  the  Saviour  knowing, 

To  speak  his  blessed  name, 
To  waiting  fields  with  gladness  going, 
Seed  of  the  kingdom  broadcast  sowing, 

And  erelong  reap  the  same. 

Oh,  whitening  harvest !  matchless  wages ! 

Treasures  without  alloy : 
All  whom  this  grateful  work  engages, 
Win  souls  to  Christ  for  endless  ages, 

Eternal  life  and  joy!  1886 


260  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Sept.  9.]    In  that  day  there  shall  be  a  fountain  opened  to  the  house  of 
David  and  to  the  inhabitants  of  Jerusalem,  for  sin  and  for  unclean- 

ness.    Zech.  xiii.  1. 

I  have  no  man,  when  the  water  is  troubled,  to  put  me  into  the  pool. 

John  v.  7. 

THE   CRIPPLE  AT  BETHESDA. 

O  Pool  of  Bethesda !  thy  marvelous  power 
Invited  the  suffering  throngs  to  thy  side, 

To  wait  in  thy  porches  the  favoring  hour 

That  promised  a  cure  in  the  health-laden  tide. 

Ah !  helpless  and  sad,  who  for  thirty-eight  years 
Was  bowed  under  poverty,  sorrow,  and  pain, 

Now  friendless,  forlorn,  left  alone  in  his  tears, 
"While  earth  rolled  along  in  its  pleasure  and  gain. 

Dim  hope  in  his  soul  but  just  flickered,  ne'er  flamed, 
A  gleam  in  the  night  on  a  dark  frowning  sky, 

If  he  to  that  Pool  of  Bethesda,  far-famed, 
Might  only  be  carried,  if  there  he  should  die ! 

The  boon  was  bestowed — on  the  margin  of  life, 
He  saw  the  infirm  to  the  troubled  fount  led ; 

But  no  friendly  hand,  in  the  rush  and  the  strife, 
Led  him  to  the  bath  from  his  suffering  bed. 

'  'Wilt  thou  be  made  whole  ?"  As  if  music  from  heaven 
The  voice,  with  the  look,  went  direct  to  his  heart : 
Ah,  the  pitiful  tale !   Then  the  mandate  was  given: 
"Eise  up  from  thy  pallet  and  with  it  depart!" 

O  Saviour  all-powerful !  and  Healer  benign, 
How  blest  are  thy  visits  of  mercy  and  might! 

Thy  words  of  sweet  comfort  are  agents  divine 
To  waken  true  faith,  and  put  hindrance  to  flight. 


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Xo  longer,  Bethesda,  thy  healing  springs  flow — 
The  Pool  is  not  there,  the  five  porches  are  gone ; 

But  thou  art  the  same,  Blessed  Jesus,  we  know, 
Thy  wells  of  salvation  still  freely  flow  on !       i886 
■ •<++ 

f Skpt.  10.]    It  is  the  bread  which  the  Lord  hath  given  you  to  eat.— 
Ex.  xvi.  15. 
I  am  the  living  bread  which  came  down  out  of  heaven.    John  vi.  51. 

THE  BREAD   OF  LIFE. 

Father!  thy  love  in  Christ  we  see 

To  sinful  mortals  given ; 
He  came  in  love  our  life  to  be — 

The  Bread  of  God  from  heaven. 

In  him  we  find  what  rich  supply! 

We  feast,  and  never  more 
Shall  thirst  or  hunger  lift  their  cry; 

Our  souls  have  boundless  store. 

And  faith  brings  near,  in  vision  sweet, 

The  banquet -house  above, 
Where  saints  of  all  the  ages  meet, 

And  feast  on  Jesus'  love. 

O  famished  one!  Christ  calls  for  thee, 

Homeless  and  tossed  about; 
Hear  what  he  saith:    "Who  comes  to  me 

I  will  not  cast  him  out.'' 

With  such  assurance,  who  can  wait 

In  unbelief  and  sin? 
The  Bread  of  Heaven  is  at  the  gate, 

Oh,  haste  to  enter  in!  i886 


262  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Sept.  11.]    He  bringeth  them  unto  the  haven  where  they  would  be. 

Ps.  cvii.  30. 

They  were  willing  therefore  to  receive  him  into  the  boat  :   and 
straightway  the  boat  was  at  the  land  whither  they  were  going.  John 

▼i.asf. 

ON  THE  SEA-AT  THE  LAND. 

Dakk  the  night  on  Galilee, 

Wild  the  wind  and  rough  the  sea; 

While  the  chosen  ply  the  oar, 

Vainly  striving  for  the  shore, 

Jesus  nears  them  on  the  wave, 
Sees  their  peril,  comes  to  save. 

Full  of  dread,  he  calms  their  fear, 

Words  of  hope  they  gladly  hear; 

Joyous  welcome  him  they  give, 

To  the  boat  their  Lord  receive; 
Then  at  once,  oh,  work  so  grand, 
Boat  and  they  were  at  the  land! 

Voyagers  o'er  life's  sea  we  sail, 

In  the  breeze,  or  in  the  gale; 

Christ  beholds  us,  comes  anear, 

Speaks  sweet  words  of  love  and  cheer. 
Him  received,  our  present  aid, 
Storm  or  calm,  we're  not  afraid. 

Souls  in  unbelief  we  see, 

Drifting  to  eternity! 

Find  they  neither  hope  nor  peace, 

Naught  to  give  their  fears  release. 
Know,  ye  wndering  ones  unblest, 
Christ  received  brings  instant  rest! 


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Who  the  Savour  sought  and  found, 
Resting  on  faith's  solid  ground, 
"Why  have  ye  forsaken  him, 
Till  your  love  and  hope  are  dim? 

Lo,  he  comes  to  break  your  night; 

Christ  received,  at  once  'tis  light! 

God's  longsuffering  grace  abused, 

Time  and  talents  all  misused; 

Roused,  your  sin  and  guilt  to  see, 

Where  can  you  for  refuge  flee? 

Sinking  souls,  there's  help  at  hand, 
Christ  received,  you're  safe  at  land! 

When  our  fleeting  voyage  shall  end, 

Sea  and  shore  at  last  shall  blend, 

Jesus  sure  will  meet  us  there, 

To  their  home  our  spirits  bear. 
Oh,  how  blest  with  him  to  be 
In  the  land  beyond  the  sea!   .  iggg 


[Sept.  12.]     I  the  Lord  speak  righteousness,  I  declare  things  that 

are  right.    ISA.  xlv.  19. 

The  words  that  I  have  spoken  unto  you  are  spirit,  and  are  life. — 
John  vi.  63. 

THE  WORDS   OF  JESUS. 

Since  stars  their  chorus  sang, 

And  morning  first  awoke, 
In  mortal  ears  ne'er  rang 
Such  words  as  Jesus  spoke: 
Fresh  truths  they  brought,  pure  light  they  shed, 
Great  marvels  wrought,  ev'n  raised  the  dead. 


264  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

None  ever  spake  as  he — 

To  troubled  souls  what  peace! 
Pardon  so  full  and  free; 

Bade  tears  and  sorrows  cease. 
The  penitent  beheld  his  face, 
And  homeward  went,  renewed  by  grace. 

Bereaved  and  burdened  hearts 
Hang  on  his  soothing  voice; 
Sweet  comfort  he  imparts, 
And  they  in  hope  rejoice. 
Their  load  he  bears  of  pain  and  woe; 
He  takes  their  cares,  his  love  they  know. 

Should  darkness  intervene, 
His  loving  face  to  hide, 
Through  mists  his  form  is  seen — 
They  hear  their  blessed  Guide: 
I  am  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way; — 
They  cease  from  strife,  they  walk  in  day. 

He  brings  the  distant  near, 
He  speaks  of  rest  above; 
The  City  shines  how  clear, — 
The  mansions  of  his  love: 
Ye  who  believe,  again  I  come 
You  to  receive  to  that  blest  home. 


[Sept.  13.]    I  cleave  unto  thy  testimonies.    Psa.  cxix.  31. 
Know  the  truth,  and  the  truth  shall  make  you  free.    John  viii.  32. 

MADE  TRULY  FREE. 

Jesus!  I  would  abide 
In  thy  sure  word, 


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Close  clinging  to  thy  side, 

Thou  gracious   Lord. 
'Tis  my  sincerest  plea — 
Always  thine  own  to  be, 
My  heart  and  life  with  thee 

In  full  accord. 

So  shall  I  keep  the  way 

Thou  dost  approve; 
Thy  smile  cheer  every  day, 

Bright  with  thy  love. 
Thy  truth  my  nature  woke, 
My  fear  and  thralldom  broke, 
Brought  me,  beneath  thy  yoke, 

Best  from  above. 

Oh,  glorious  Son  of  God! 

The  world's  one  need; 
'Tis  thy  redeeming  blood 

Makes  free  indeed! 
Sin's  servant  wears  its  chain, 
In  bondage  must  remain, 
And  every  hope  be  vain 

Till  he  is  freed. 

Made  by  the  Saviour  free — 

Oh,  blessed  state! 
Then  death  we  never  see, 

Nor  feel  its  weight: 
'Tis  victory  over  sin, 
'Tis  God's  own  peace  within, 
'Tis  Christ  himself  to  win, 

And  Heaven's  estate!  i«86 


266  XOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Sept.  H.J     Her  sun  is  gone  down  while  it  was  yet  day.    Jer.  xv.  9. 
The  Master  Is  lure,  and  calleth  thee.    And  she,  when  she  heard  it, 
arose  quickly,  and  went  unto  him.    John  xi.  28, 29. 

A   BEAUTIFUL   LIFE. 

Brief  seem  the  years,  abrupt  the  call, 
That  end  a  life,  but  not  its  all: 
These  short  decades,  so  quickly  gone, 
An  earthly  close,  a  heavenly  dawn, 
And  yet  how  much  in  these  few  years 
To  round  a  human  life  appears  ; 
For  not  in  length  of  days  we  live, 
Nor  what  this  passing  world  can  give. 

From  childhood,  bright  and  sweet  and  good, 
To  fair  and  lovely  womanhood, 
Earnest  and  true,  the  years  all  tell 
Of  living  right,  maturing  well. 
Early  her  trusting  heart  was  given 
To  Christ,  the  way  to  life  and  heaven. 
Full  of  good  deeds  and  graces  sweet, 
So  short  a  life,  yet  how  complete! 

How  much  she  was  comes  oft  to  mind 
By  what  a  void  is  left  behind! 
How  large  a  place  on  earth  was  filled 
By  this  dear  life  so  strangely  stilled; 
Ask  parents,  all  who  held  her  dear, 
How  much  she's  missed,  so  lately  here: 
Can  sorrow,  tears,  or  mourning  show 
How  great  the  loss  their  spirits  know? 


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A  life  so  full  and  precious  here, 

Transferred  to  a  celestial  sphere, 

How  fitted  for  its  crown  above, 

Its  range  of  joy,  or  work  of  love. 

The  dear  Lord  gave,  he  claimed  his  own, 

The  time,  the  way  were  wisely  known; 

How  rich  the  treasure  waiting  there, 

Till  friends  the  blest  reunion  share!         i8ss 


[Sept.  15.]     Instead  of  thy  fathers  shall  be  thy  children.    Ps.  xlv.  16. 
God  having  provided  some  better  thing  concerning  us,  that  apart 
from  us  they  should  not  be  made  perfect.    Heb.  xi.  40. 

MEMORIAL  HYMN. 

Sweet,  holy  memories  throng  to-day 
The  place  where  we  rejoicing  stand, 

Where  scenes  of  beauty  stretch  away 
O'er  hill  and  vale  on  every  hand. 

Not  such  in  olden  time  the  view, 

When  first  God's  servants  gathered  here, 

The  field  and  forest  to  subdue, 

The  home  and  church  and  school  to  rear. 

Blest  was  their  early,  earnest  toil ; 

Blest  is  the  memory  of  the  just ; 
Let  sculptured  columns  crown  the  soil 

Where  sleeps  serene  their  honored  dust. 

Virtue  and  faith  survive  the  dead, 
Their  fruits  to  wide  results  expand ; 

Sons  of  the  sires  have  risen  and  spread 
Their  leavening  power  thro'  all  the  land. 


268  tiOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASOXS. 

Hither  to-day  these  children  come, 
To  greet  the  scenes  of  other  years ; 

To  taste  again  the  joys  of  home — 

At  loved  ones'  graves  to  drop  their  tears. 

O  God!  from  thee  our  treasures  now, 
From  thee  the  present  and  the  past ; 

A  parting  blessing  now  bestow, 

And  may  we  meet  in  Heaven  at  last.        isos 
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[Sept.  16.1     Her  children  rise  up  and  call  her  blessed;  her  husband 
also,  and  he  praiseth  her.    Pkov.  xxxi.  28. 

The  brother  whose  praise  in  the  gospel  is  spread  through  all  the 
churches.     2  Cor.  viii.  18. 

A  POETS   GOLDEN  WEDDING. 

These  fifty  years  of  wedded  love, 
Eej)lete  with  blessings  from  above, 
Through  brightening  eras  by  the  way, 
Crown  here  with  joy  the  Golden  Day. 

No  home  can  sweeter  be  than  this, 
Center  of  pure  domestic  bliss, 
Where  gifts  and  grace  divine  abound, 
And  shed  their  fragrance  earth  around. 

By  joyous  voices,  old  and  young, 

A  Christian  lyric  oft  is  sung 

O'er  our  domain  from  sea  to  sea, 

And  sure,    "My  country,  'tis  of  thee." 

In  mission  lands  this  home  has  power, 
And  gives  its  largess  every  hour ; 
The  sad  night  wanes,  the  dawn  is  fair, 
"The  morning  light  is  breaking"  there.        iss4 


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[Sept.  17.]    I  will  bring  the  blind  by  a  way  that  they  know  not.— 
ISA.  xlii.  16. 
One  thing  I  know,  that,  whereas  I  was  blind,  now  I  see.    John  ix. 

BORN    BLIND. 

By  the  waysides  daily  sitting, 
Asking  alms  without  the  gates, 

Footsteps  of  the  passers,  flitting, 
Hears  he,  but  in  darkness  waits. 

Blind  from  birth — no  face,  love-beaming, 
Ever  met  an  answering  gaze; 

Earth  and  sky,  with  beauty  teeming, 
Hid  from  all  his  doleful  days. 

Jesus,  passing  where  he  lingers, 
Moved  with  pity  for  his  woe, 

Touched  his  eyes  with  clay-moist  fingers, 
Bade  him  to  Siloain  go. 

Kind  the  voice,  and  faith-inspiring, 

To  a  quick  obedience  led. 
Oh,  the  change!  he  comes  admiring 

Worlds  of  glory  round  him  spread! 

Blessed  Saviour!  still  thou'rt  healing 
Souls  that  will  thy  word  believe; 

Wonders  of  thy  grace  revealing, 
They  a  heavenly  sight  receive. 

Vast  the  numbers,  e'er  increasing, 

Who  have  found  true  light  in  thee; 
Sweet  their  song,  and  never  ceasing — 
"I  was  blind,  but  now  I  see/'  iss6 


270  SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Sept.  18.]    They  all  shall  have  one  shepherd.    Ezek.  xxxvii.  24. 
He  goeth  before  them,  and  the  sheep  follow  him.    John  x.  4. 

SHEPHERD  AND  FLOCK. 

O  Christ  of  God!  thou  art  the  Door, 

And  those  who  enter  in 
Find  pastures  sweet  for  evermore, 

Free  from  the  blight  of  sin ; 
Their  borders  touch  the  Elysian  shore, 

Where  Glory's  realms  begin. 

Lord,  thou  the  blessed  Shepherd  art 
Of  all  the  flock,  well  known  ; 

Their  names  are  written  on  thy  heart — 
Thou  dost  so  love  thine  own ; 

No  powder  their  souls  from  thee  can  part, 
They  share  thy  royal  throne. 

For  these,  thy  dear  and  folded  sheep, 
Thou  didst  thy  life-blood  give : 

No  wolf  can  e'er  the  wall  o'erleap, 
Or  enter  where  they  live ; 

Almighty  hands  in  safety  keep 
Those  who  thy  grace  receive. 

Dear  Shepherd!  thou  dost  go  before 
The  flock  of  thine  own  choice, 

Their  Leader  till  the  journey's  o'er, 
They  hear  and  heed  thy  voice ; 

The  wandering  ones  thou  dost  restore, 
The  faithful  e'er  rejoice. 

And  countless  other  sheep  are  thine, 
The  Father's  love  has  given ; 


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Hast  thou  not  said,  They  shall  be  mine, 
Though  far  and  lone  and  riven? 

Oh,  bring  them  to  the  fold  divine, 
The  flock  select  for  Heaven. 

Ah !  when  that  solemn  scene  at  last, 

The  testing  day,  has  come, 
As  on  thy  right  the  sheep  stand  fast — 

The  faithless  find  their  doom — 

Lord,  grant  my  lot  with  thine  be  cast, 

Thy  flock  safe  gathered  home.  1886 

■ «*♦*- — — — 

[Sept.  19.  j    I  shall  not  die,  but  live,  and  declare  the  works  of  the 
Lord.    Ps.  cxviii.  17. 
Fallen  asleep;  but  I  go,  that  I  may  awake  him.    John  xi.  11. 

LAZARUS  DEAD. 

Lazarus  sick  and  lying 
Helpless  on  his  couch  of  pain; 
Yet  the  Master  doth  remain, 
Comes  not  at  the  sad  refrain — 

"Whom  thou  lov'st  is  dying! 

Ah,  the  days  so  weary! 
For  in  death  the  brother  sleeps; 
Sister  now  with  sister  weeps, 
Silent  tomb  their  treasure  keeps; 

All  the  world  is  dreary! 

Jesus  knows  their  sorrow, 
All  their  deep  and  lonely  grief, 
Was  not  to  their  message  deaf, 
Might  have  given  a  quick  relief, 

Waits  for  a  to-morrow. 


272      SOKGS  FOB  ALL  SEASOXS. 

He  will  show  his  glory, 
Wake  to  life  his  slumbering  friend; 
Tears  and  mourning  soon  shall  end; 
Down  the  ages  shall  extend 

Hope  from  this  sweet  story. 

Is  our  Lord  withholding 
Good  for  which  we,  restless,  long? 
He  would  make  our  faith  grow  strong ; 
By  delay  our  joy  and  song 

Grand  in  their  unfolding! 

Restful  is  their  sleeping 
"Who  in  Christ  their  Lord  have  died, 
Now  their  souls  with  him  abide, 
And,  till  earth's  great  eventide, 

He  their  dust  is  keeping!  i$86 


[Sept.  20.]    I  will  ransom  them  from  the  power  of  the  grave.    Hos. 
xiii.  14. 
I  am  the  resurrection  and  the  life.    John  xi.  25. 

LAZARUS   RAISED   TO   LIFE. 

They  heard  of  Jesus'  coming, 

And  hastened  to  his  side: 
Hadst  thou  been  here,  O  Master! 

Our  brother  had  not  died. 
With  tenderness  and  pity, 

He  shared  the    sisters'  pain, 
And  said,  their  hearts  to  comfort, 

Tour  brother  11  rise  again. 

We  know,  O  blessed  Jesus! 

What  thou  shalt  ask  from  heaven, 


SOXGS   FOB    ALL  SEASONS.  273 

Of  God  the  mighty  Father, 

It  shall  to  thee  be  given. 
We  know  our  buried  brother, 

When  time's  last  hour  is  fled, 
Shall,  in  the  resurrection, 

Arise  with  all  the  dead. 

I  am  the  Resurrection, 

And  Life  is  mine  to  give; 
He  who  in  me  believeth, 

Evn  though  he  die,  shall  live; 
And  whosoever  liveth — 

For  Life  itself  am  I — 
And  truly  me  believeth, 

Shall  never,  never  die! 

Around  the  tomb  they  gathered, 

Where  the  beloved  slept, 
A  tearful  throng  of  mourners, 

And  with  them  Jesus  wept. 
He  called — the  dead  forthcoming, 

The  living  man  they  see! 
So  Life  and  Resurrection 

The  Lord  is  known  to  be! 

Thou  hast  the  power,  0  Jesus! 

Our  precious  dead  to  raise; 
Thou  mightest  now  restore  them, 

Were  it  for  God's  high  praise. 
But  they  in  thee  are  sleeping, 

Their  spirits  with  the  just, 
And,  at  thy  glorious  coming, 

These  graves  shall  yield  their  trust.  iss6 


274      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Sept.  21. j    I  am  the  woman  that  stood  by  thee  here.    1  Sam.  i.  26. 
The  house  was  filled  with  the  odor  of  the  ointment.    John  xii.  3. 

LOVES    COMMENDATION. 

The  festal  scene  would  soon  be  past; 
The  awful  cloud  was  gathering  fast, 

To  break  on  Jesus'  head; 
For  waving  palm,  hosanna  cry, 
"Would  louder  sound  the  '  'Crucify, " 

As  foes,  malignant,  led. 

So  Mary  brings  the  costly  nard, 
Pours  it  upon  her  blessed  Lord, 

And  bowing  at  his  feet, 
She  wipes  them  with  her  flowing  hair, 
While  through  the  room  the  odors  rare 

Love's  precious  gift  repeat. 

She  looked  beyond  the  passing  hour, 
To  hate  of  men,  satanic  power, 

The  cross  and  all  its  gloom, 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
The  burial  sad,  the  weeping  train, 

The  unction  for  the  tomb. 

Her  work,  approved,  as  Jesus  said, 
Hath  gone  where  gospel  truth  has  spread, 

And  still  it  tells  her  love; 
Angels  have  caught  the  fragrant  song, 
And  saints  memorial  notes  prolong 

Through  earth  and  realms  above. 

O  Saviour!   thou  wilt  surely  see 
Whate'er  is  done  in  love  for  thee 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  '2"j 

Shall  never  fail  its  end; 
The  sweet  aroma  shall  not  die, 
But  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  sky. 

And  thy  blest  reign  extend.  igse 


[Sept.  22.]     Every  one  that  is  bitten,  when  he  seeth  it,  shall  live.— 
Num.  xxi.  8. 
How  s&yest  thou,  The  Son  of  man  must  be  lifted  up?  John   xii.  34. 

THE  UPLIFTED   CHRIST. 

Uplifted  Son  of  man! 
Thy  word  that  ne'er  is  broken 

Unfolds  the  heavenly  plan, 
That  from  the  cross  is  spoken — 
The  matchless  mystery  of  grace 
To  save  a  lost  and  guilty  race! 

0  loving  Son  of  God! 
So  gentle,  true  and  tender; 

To  shield  us  from  the  rod, 
Must  thou  such  offering  render? 
Upon  the  painful  cross  expire, 
By  ingrate  man's  most  strange  desire? 

Ah!  think,  my  soul,  of  this: 
Thy  life  that  now  is  given, 
The  hope  of  future  bliss, 
With  all  the  wealth  of  heaven, 
To  thee,  most  undeserving,  flow 
Through  Jesus'  death  of  shame  and  woe! 

The  love  the  cross  reveals 
Has  drawn  me  to  him  dying; 
That  love  my  pardon  seals, 


276  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

To  this  dear  refuge  flying: 
O  Jesus!  for  this  love  divine, 
My  heart,  my  life,  ray  all  are  thine! 

The  cross,  of  meaning  vast, 
Unparalleled  oblation! 

Oh,  may  it  draw  at  last 

The  world  to  thy  salvation! 

All  ransomed  souls  to  endless  days 

Shall  sing  their  blest  Redeemer's  praise.    i886 

*o* 

[Sept.  23.]    I  drew  them  . .  with  bands  of  love.    Hos.  xi.  4. 
Having  loved  his  own  which  were  in  the  world,  he  loved  them  unto 
the  end.   John  xiii.  1. 

loveU  to  the  end. 

O  Saviour!  as  the  moment  neared, 

"When  thou  must  leave  on  earth  thine  own, 
And  by  the  cross  regain  thy  throne, 

Thy  tenderest  love  to  them  appeared. 

'T  was  love  at  first  that  called  them  thine, 
Won  from  the  world  their  hearts  to  thee, 
Made  them  responsive,  strong,  and  free, 

Believers  in  their  Lord  divine. 

Thy  changeless  love  upon  them  wrought, 
To  mould  their  souls  for  service  true, 
Their  tasks  to  know,  their  spheres  to  view, 

From  truths  thou  hadst  in  patience  taught. 

Thy  love  ne'er  lost  its  radiant  flame, 
In  their  expanding  hearts  it  rose ; 
In  brightening  hopes  or  darkening  woes 

It  was  a  tower  of  strength  the  same. 


SONGS   FOB   ALL  SEASONS.  277 

Unto  the  end  in  thee  they  found 

"What  heights  of  joy,  what  depths  of  peace, 
Of  soul  communion  what  increase. 

For  love  and  trust  what  solid  ground. 

Gracious  the  act  with  love  replete, 
That  lowly  work  of  thy  dear  hand, 
As  thou  didst  with  thy  chosen  stand, 

And  kindly  wash  their  weary  feet. 

Oh,  precious  lesson  then — to-day! 
May  we  its  purpose  know  and  prove, 
Live  in  the  sweetness  of  thy  love, 

And  let  it  all  our  being  sway!  i886 


[Sept.  24.]    Come  ye,  and  let  us  go  up  to  the  mountain  of  the  Lord. 

ISA.  ii.3. 

They  heard  a  great  voice  from  heaven  saying  unto  them,  Come  up 
hither.    Rev.xi.  12. 

VOICES  FROM  HEAVEN. 

Lo,  from  heaven  a  voice  is  falling, 

Wandering  souls,  attentive  be; 
Tis  your  loving  Father  calling, 
"Hither  come! — return  to  me.1' 

Louder  yet  the  voice  is  sounding, 

Jesus  speaks,  how  clear  and  true, 
By  his  cross  and  grace  abounding, 
" Hither  come!  there's  room  for  you." 

In  your  heart  the  voice  is  pleading, 
Through  the  Spirit,  tender,  sweet, 
"Hither  come!''    And,  upward  leading, 

Friends  in  heaven  the  call  repeat.       isoo 


278      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Sept.  25. J    With  lovingkindness  have  I  drawn  thee.    Jer.  xxxi.3. 
Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled,  neither  let  it  be  fearful.  J  ohn  xiv.  27. 

JESUS  TO  HIS  DISCIPLES. 

From  troubled  hearts  be  free, 

In  God  believe; 
Have  confidence  in  me — 

My  word  receive. 

Up  in  my  Father's  home 

Mansions  abound; 
For  all  his  children  room 

Will  there  be  found. 

Were  this  not  clearly  so, 

A  truth  divine, 
I  should  have  let  you  know, 

0  friends  of  mine! 

Mourn  not  I  go,  for  there 

1  have  in  view, 
And  will  myself  prepare, 

A  place  for  you. 

Surely  again  I  come, 

As  you  shall  see, 
And  bring  you  to  that  home 

In  Heaven  with  me. 

For  where  I  am  above 

Shall  be  my  own, 
For  ever  crowned  with  love, 

And  near  my  throne. 

Though  for  a  while  we  part, 
My  peace  I  leave; 


tiOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  279 

Be  troubled  not  in  heart — 

My  peace  receive.  1$$$ 
*+* 


[Sept.  26.J     The  vineyard  of  the  Lord  of  hosts  is  the  house  of  Israel. 

ISA.V.  7. 

1  am  the  vine,  ye  are  the  branches.    John  xv.  5. 
VINE  AND  BRANCHES, 

Christ  is  the  true  and  living  Vine, 

Of  all  the  trees  the  crown; 
In  him  what  radiant  beauties  shine — 

The  Plant  of  great  renown. 

This  matchless  Vine,  how  strong  and  fair, 

Eooted  in  earthly  ground, 
And  rising  through  celestial  air, 

Its  head  in  Heaven  is  found. 

Immortal  branches,  numberless, 
Spring  from  the  parent  stem, 

And  clinging  there  in  loveliness, 
Each  sparkles  as  a  gem. 

The  Vine,  thus  vital  evermore, 
Each  pendent  branch  supplies, 

Gives  life  and  vigor,  boundless  store, 
From  fountains  in  the  skies. 

The  branches  live  in  union  sweet, 

In  oneness,  with  the  Vine; 
There  blending  grace  and  glory  meet — 

The  human  and  divine. 

Naught  can  we  do,  O  Saviour  dear, 
Nothing  from  thee  apart; 


280  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

A  withered  branch  would  each  appear, 
With  neither  life  nor  heart. 

But  clusters  rich  the  branches  show 

That  in  the  Vine  abide: 
Abundant  fruit  they  bear,  and  so 

The  Father's  glorified. 

And  as  the  Vine  to  Heaven  is  gone, 

And  lives  eternal  there, 
The  branches  must  with  it  be  one — 

Its  royal  glory  share.  i886 
*♦♦ 

[Sept.  27.]    Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord;  wherefore  standest 

thou  without?    Gen.  xxiv.  31. 

First  they  gave  their  own  selves  to  the  Lord,  and  to  us  by  the  will 
of  God.    2  Cor.  viii.  5. 

WELCOME  TO  THE  CHURCH. 

Won  from  the  world  by  Jesus'  love, 
To  him  yourselves  are  given; 

Your  hearts  are  placed  on  things  above, 
Tour  faces  set  toward  Heaven. 

Now  to  the  fold,  the  church  redeemed, 

A  welcome  glad  we  give; 
In  mutual  love  is  each  esteemed, 

For  to  the  Lord  we  live. 

This  bond  and  service  all  unite, 

If  pain  or  pleasure  come, 
Each  in  his  sphere  a  shining  light, 

Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home.  1390 


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[Sept.  28.]    In  those  days  will  I  pour  out  my  spirit.    Joel  ii.  29. 

"When  he,  the  Spirit  of  truth,  is  come,  he  shall  guide  you  into  all  the 
truth.    John  xvi.  13. 

THE  SPIRITS  MISSION. 

O  Comforter!  in  Jesus'  name, 

Sent  to  his  own  to  take  his  place, 

Thou  didst  in  Pentecostal  flame 
Come  as  a  messenger  of  grace, 
The  love  and  light  of  his  dear  face. 

Thou  didst  in  wondrous  power  descend, 
And  on  the  chosen  ones  abide ; 

Thou  still  art  here  till  time  shall  end, 
Of  all  the  saved  the  perfect  Guide, 
To  aid  and  comfort  all  the  tried. 

The  glorious  truths  the  Saviour  taught, 
By  thee  are  more  and  more  revealed ; 

Sweet  hidden  things  to  light  are  brought, 
And  they  who  trust  and  fully  yield 
Know  their  Redeemer's  work  is  sealed. 

Spirit  of  truth,  God's  work  revive ! 

Show  to  the  Church  thy  latent  power ; 

Make  all  the  ransomed  hosts  alive, 
Their  hearts  receptive  to  thy  dower, 
In  this  most  needful  passing  hour ! 

O  mighty  Spirit!   now  convict 
The  unbelieving  world  of  sin; 

To  them  their  fearful  guilt  depict, 

The  judgment  that  their  souls  are  in, 
And  how  salvation  they  may  win !  i8§6 


'28'2  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[$ErT.  29.]     He  bare  the  sin  of  many,  an  I  made  intercession  tor  the 

transgressors.    ISA.  liii.  12. 

Holy  Father,  keep  them  in  thy  name  which  thou  hast  given  me.— 
John  xvii.  11. 

OUR  LORDS   PRAYER. 

Jesus!  Son  of  God,  in  prayer 
AYith  the  souls  so  long  thy  care, 
Soon  to  feel  and  mourn  thy  loss, 
See  thee  die  upon  the  cross, 
Oh,  how  sweet,  in  time  of  need, 
Thou  for  them  to  intercede ! 

Precious  are  those  words  of  thine, 
Round  their  hearts  they  strongly  twine; 
Bring  them  comfort,  hope,  and  peace, 
Bid  their  sad  foreboding  cease: 
Oh,  thy  benedictions  blest 
Give  their  troubled  spirits  rest! 

Thou  didst  pray:   O  Father,  keep 
These  my  true  and  loving  sheep: 
I  have  kept  them  in  thy  name; 
Keep  thou  them  from  ill  and  blame; 
In  the  world  e'er  let  them  be 
Lights  to  draw  that  world  to  me. 

Sanctify  them  through  thy  word, 

Make  them  like  their  loving  Lord, 

All  in  heart  as  one  to  be, 

One  in  us  as  one  are  we, 

That  the  world  may  know  thy  love 

Sent  the  Saviour  from  above. 


SONGS   FOB   ALL   SEASONS.  283 

Father,  grant  that  all  my  own, 
Where  I  am,  be  near  my  throne, 
That  my  glory,  given  of  old, 
They  may  evermore  behold : 
Righteous  Father,  this  shall  prove 
Depths  of  thy  eternal  love !  ig86 


[Sept.  30.]    I  planted  me  vineyards ;  I  made  me  gardens.   Eccl.  ii.  5. 
The  husbandman  waiteth  for  the  precious  fruit  of  the  earth.  Jas.v.7. 

FESTIVAL  OF   POMONA  AND   FLORA. 

Feuits  and  flowers,  in  beauty  blending, 

Bright  arrayed  by  fingers  fair, 
Fling  their  fragrance,  sweet  ascending, 

On  the  autumn  evening  air: 
Lovely  vision — scene  elysian — 

Golden  harvest  rare ! 
Goddess,  from  whose  fields  overflowing, 

Tempting  treasures  freely  fall, 
Priestess  of  the  garden,  glowing 

With  thy  leafy  coronal, 
Greetings  glad  we  give,  Pomona,  Flora, 

Gathered  at  your  Festival. 

Art  and  Nature  celebrating — 

Human  skill  and  gifts  divine ; 
God  the  field  and  flower  creating, 

Man  to  make  their  glories  shine : 
Thus  'tis  given,  Earth  and  Heaven 
Sweet  to  intertwine. 


284      SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

'T  was  in  nature's  earliest  garden, 

That  the  sacred  tie  began, 
When  the  great  and  gracious  Warden 

Gave  the  purest  gift  to  man — 
Loveliest  form  and  bloom,  Pomona,  Flora, 

Angel  vision  there  could  scan. 

Age  and  Wisdom,  Youth  and  Beauty, 

Honored  heads,  and  skillful  hands, 
From  the  varied  walks  of  duty, 

Linked  by  social,  sacred  bands, 
Free  from  sadness,  meet  with  gladness, 

At  our  Hosts'  commands — - 
Pleased  to  every  heart's  desiring, 

With  the  wealth  that  here  is  stored ; 
All  these  luscious  gems  admiring, 

Bending  branch  and  vine  afford ; 
And  our  welcome  sing,  Pomona,  Flora, 

To  the  dainties  of  the  board. 

Oft,  amid  such  charming  treasures, 

Gathered  in  a  j  oyous  throng, 
Be  renewed  this  evening's  pleasures, 

Sung  again  the  festal  song ; 
Gladness  lightening,  Beauty  brightening 

All  the  years  along ; 
Till,  our  wintry  season  closing, 

Heavenly  spring  for  us  shall  rise 
On  the  Edens,  sweet  reposing 

'Neath  the  ever-beaming  skies, 
Bearing  trees  of  life,  Pomona ;  Flora, 

Fadeless  blooms  of  Paradise.  i853 


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[Oct.  l.J    They  weighed  for  my  hire  thirty  pieces  of  silver.  ZEC.xi.  12. 
Woe  unto  that  man  through  whom  the  Son  of  man  is  betrayed !  good 
were  it  for  that  man  if  he  had  not  been  born.    Mark  xiv.  21. 

JESUS    BETRAYED. 

Mid  the  Garden  shades  delaying, 
Christ  in  agony  was  praying, 
Where  the  plot  of  foes  infernal 
Baffled  was  by  Love  Eternal. 

Cometh  he,  so  long  receiving 
Care  divine  with  the  believing, 
Agent  of  each  priestly  hater? — 
Ay,  'tis  Judas,  heartless  traitor! 

Basest,  meanest,  hireling  creature, 
Sordid  guilt  in  every  feature; 
Treacherous  friend  the  Victim  kissing, 
Bather  lips  with  serpent's  hissing! 

As  the  unresisting  Saviour 
Stands  in  Godlike,  meek  behavior, 
Angel  legions  hovering  o'er  him, 
Foes,  astounded,  fall  before  him. 

O  Iscariot!   midnight  torches 
Faintly  show  how  conscience  scorches : 
Foul  betrayer!  what  thy  wages? — 
Infamy  through  all  the  ages! 

Saddest  night  of  earth  e'er  written, 
Lo!  the  Shepherd  now  is  smitten, 
And  the  little  flock  forsake  him, 
As  the  band  with  weapons  take  him. 


286  80NG8  FOR  ALL  SEASOy<. 

Blessed  Jesus!  this  enduring 
For  my  periled  soul's  securing, 
Master,  let  me  not,  I  pray  thee, 
E'er  in  act  or  word  betray  thee!  1886 
«♦♦ 

[Oct.  2.]     The  assembly  of  evil-doers  have  enclosed  me.  Ps.  xxii.  16. 
Pilate  therefore  said  unto  him,  art  thou  a  king  then?  John  xviii.  37. 

CHRIST  BEFORE  PILATE. 

Morn  breaks  at  last  o'er  Olivet, 

The  weary  stars  withdraw, 
The  sun  sends  forth  with  sad  regret 
Such  mournful  day  as  never  yet 

Our  burdened  planet  saw. 

The  farce  before  the  Sanhedrin 

Ends  with  the  night's  deep  pall; 
High  priest  and  all  his  hateful  kin, 
Their  hellish  aim  at  once  to  win, 
Lead  Christ  to  Pilate's  hall. 

Alone,  the  Roman  magistrate, 

With  Jesus  face  to  face, 
Sees  in  his  mien  a  kingly  state, 
A  majesty  unearthly  great, 

Though  his  a  culprit's  place. 

A  King,  but  not  of  mortal  cast, 

A  scepter  from  above, 
An  empire,  mighty,  glorious,  vast, 
That  shall  all  human  thrones  outlast — 

The  reign  of  truth  and  love. 


SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  287 

What  is  the  truth?    So  Pilate  said, 

As  Jesus  witness  bears: 
The  Roman  felt  a  solemn  dread ; 
Xo  crime  in  Him,  he  clearly  read, 

Not  ev'n  a  fault  he  wears. 

Shall  I  release  your  King?    Nay,  nay! 

But  let  Barabbas  go! 
Alas!   how  many  souls  to-day 
The  robber  choose,  cast  Christ  away, 

And  take  then  doom  of  woe!  i886 


[Oct.  3. J    The  rulers  take  counsel  together  against  the  Lord.   Ps.  ii.  2. 
He  delivered  him  unto  them  to  be  crucified.    John  xix.  16. 

PILATE'S    DECISION. 

I  see  the  meek  and  lowly  One, 

The  patient  Lord  of  truth  and  grace, 

A  kingdom  not  of  earth  his  own, 
A  sad,  sweet  glory  in  his  face — 

As  now  the  cruel  scourge  is  given, 

Lash  after  lash  so  harshly  driven, 

That  flesh  and  soul  seem  almost  riven ! 

I  see  the  plaited  crown  of  thorns 

Placed,  piercing,  on  his  holy  head ; 
The  purple  robe,  with  mocks  and  scorns, 

Around  the  silent  Sufferer  spread. 
Arrayed,  insulted,  thus  he  stands, 
While  Hail,  thou  king !  shout  soldier  bands, 
And  seal  their  taunts  with  smiting  hands ! 


288  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

I  see  the  Roman,  pale  with  fears, 

Reluctant  still  to  crucify, 
So  innocent  the  Man  appears — 

No  crimes  or  faults  against  him  lie. 
Priests  cry  the  more — a  very  flood 
Of  clamorous  calls  demands  his  blood : 
He  made  himself  the  Son  of  God ! 

I  see  that  Pilate  fears  the  more, 

And  trembling  starts  with  boding  dread ; 

A  warning  fom  a  mystic  shore 

Is  couched  in  words  that  last  were  said. 

It  may  be  so :  his  heart  thus  stirred, 

Say,  whence  art  thou?  he  asks  the  Lord, 

But  Jesus  now  gives  not  a  word. 

I  see  the  Judge,  whose  testing  hour 

Brings  to  the  coward  naught  of  peace. 
To  crucify  I  have  the  power, 

And  power  have  I  to  grant  release. 
Then  Jesus'  answers  pierce  his  soul, 
Bid  thoughts  unearthly  through  it  roll, 
Suggest  high  Heaven's  supreme  control. 

I  see  the  Roman  yet  again 

Contend  with  conscience,  duty,  right ; 
At  last  he  yields,  gives  crafty  men 

The  spotless  Christ,  the  world's  true  Light, 
Delivers  to  the  painful  cross 
The  innocent  without  a  cause ; 
Alas,  his  guilt,  his  shame,  and  loss !  iss€ 


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[Oct.4.]    The  cities  that  are  inhabited  shall  be  laid  waste.  EzE.xii.20. 
Jesus  Christ  is  the  same  yesterday  and  to-day,  yea  and  for  ever. — 
HEB.xiii.8. 

THE  SEA  OF   GALILEE. 

Dear,  beautiful  sight !    Embosomed  by  hills, 

How  calmly  reposes  the  Lake ! 
I  gaze,  and  my  soul  with  rapture  thrills, 
As  the  glorious  scene  my  vision  fills, 

And  holiest  memories  wake. 
O  lovely  Sea  of  Galilee, 
How  oft  my  Redeemer  hath  looked  on  thee ! 

All  other  lakes,  in  all  lands,  are  denied 
The  honors  that  thou  dost  know ; 

Blossoms  as  radiant  may  fringe  their  side, 

Fountains  as  sparkling  may  swell  their  tide, 
But  thou  hast  the  Jordan's  inflow ; 
More  sacred  yet,  Gennesaret, 

The  sandals  of  Christ  thy  waves  have  wet ! 

How  oft  I  have  come,  in  wondering  thought, 

A  pilgrim  along  thy  shore, 
Beholding  the  crowds  that  Jesus  taught, 
And  the  deeds  his  power  and  mercy  wrought, 

As  he  walked  thy  margin  o'er. 
O  hallowed  Sea  of  Galilee, 
The  home  of  Messiah  was  once  by  thee ! 

And  now,  with  thankfulest  heart,  I  stand 

Where  Jesus  so  often  stood; 
I  see  the  same  stream,  and  rock,  and  land ; 
The  same  sweet  Tabor  and  Hermon  grand ; 

And  look  on  the  same  bright  flood — 


290  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

Tiberian  Sea,  so  dear  to  me, 
Because  my  Saviour  saw  these  and  thee. 

My  feet  have  pressed  the  old  paths  he  trod, 

And  crossed  o'er  the  same  clear  rills ; 
I  have  sat  me  down  on  the  grassy  sod, 
Where  rested  the  weary  Son  of  God, 

Who  bore  our  sorrows  and  ills. 

In  thee  I  take,  Gennesareth  Lake, 
Unbounded  delight  for  his  dear  sake. 
Nazareth's  valley  and  hills  are  fair, 

And  lovely  is  Bethlehem ; 
Mount  Olivet's  scenes  their  glories  share, 
In  the  Garden  shade  and  Bethany  there, 

With  precious  Jerusalem ; 
But,  dearest  Sea  of  Galilee, 
How  the  life  of  my  Lord  is  linked  with  thee ! 
No  crowds  along  thy  thoroughfares  pour ; 

Lo,  silence  and  ruin  to-day ! 
White  sails  on  thy  waves  are  seen  no  more; 
The  cities  that  flourished  upon  thy  shore 

Have  passed  in  their  guilt  away ; 
But  thou  art  yet,  Gennesaret, 
A  picture  unchanged  in  thy  hill-frame  set. 

And  Christ  is  the  same,  tho'  ascended  on  high, 
As  when  by  this  water  he  trod; 

With  the  same  tender  heart,  and  pitying  eye ; 

As  mighty  to  save,  as  lovingly  nigh — 
Oh,  ever  the  same  Lamb  of  God. 
Adieu,  sweet  Sea  of  Galilee ! 

Thy  image  remains,  and  thy  Lord,  with  me.    i86i 


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[Oct.  5.]    The  chastisement  of  our  peace  was  upon  him ;  and  with  his 

stripes  we  are  healed.    ISA.  liii.  5. 

His  own  self  bare  our  sins  in  his  body  upon  the  tree,  that  we,  hav. 
ing  died  unto  sins,  might  live  unto  righteousness.    1  Pet.  ii.  24. 

JESUS  CRUCIFIED. 

O  Jesus!  when  I  think  of  thee, 
The  anguish  of  thy  dying  day 

Nailed  roughly  to  the  cruel  tree, 

My  breaking  heart  to  grief  gives  way. 

What  patient  suffering,  Lord,  was  thine 
Through  all  the  long  and  direful  scene ; 

Earth  shuddered  deep,  nor  sun  could  shine, 
Nor  dead  in  tombs  repose  serene ! 

The  world's  dread  weight  of  sin  to  bear, 
The  woe  of  such  a  death  besides, 

Travail  and  pain  that  none  could  share, 
How  dark  were  sorrow's  whelming  tides ! 

Thou  didst  not  shrink,  blest  Son  of  God, 
But  bear  the  burden  to  the  close ; 

Alone  the  bloody  wine-press  trod, 
Triumphant  thou  o'er  all  our  foes. 

'Tis  by  the  cross  the  sinner  lives, 
Thy  sacrifice  for  guilt  atones, 

Thy  death  the  life  eternal  gives, 

Thy  victory  lifts  to  heavenly  thrones. 

Dear  Saviour!  I  can  ne'er  forget 
That  thou  wast  crucified  for  me; 

How  can  I  pay  love's  mighty  debt? 

Oh,  help  me  hence  to  live  for  thee.         i886 


292  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  6.]    God  is  unto  us  a  God  of  deliverances  :  and  unto  Jehovah 
the  Lord  belong  the  issues  from  death.    Ps.  lxviii.  20. 
With  great  power  gave  the  apostles  their  witness  of  the  resurrection 

of  the  Lord  Jesus.    Acts  iv.  33. 

THE  RISEN  SAVIOUR. 

Heaven's  messengers  alighted 

At  Joseph's  new-made  tomb; 
The  Eoman  guards,  affrighted, 

Fled  in  the  twilight  gloom. 
Softly  the  angel  fingers 

The  linen  cloths  unwind; 
The  Christ  no  longer  lingers, 

He  leaves  the  tomb  behind! 

The  bands  of  death  he  sunders, 

The  grave  is  vanquished  now: 
Most  wonderful  of  wonders, 

Life's  crown  is  on  his  brow! 
His  word,  so  often  spoken, 

Is  verified  complete ; 
The  gates  of  hell  are  broken, 

They  lie  beneath  his  feet. 

Astonished  friends  behold  him, 

Their  heart-grief  disappears, 
They  would  in  love  enfold  him 

Who  banishes  their  tears. 
Their  great  rebound  from  sadness, 

Who  can  its  thrill  record? 
What  voice  proclaim  their  gladness 

As  now  they  see  their  Lord? 


SONGS   FOE   ALL  SEASONS.  293 

O  Saviour!  risen! — living! 

All  power  we  know  is  thine; 
Grace,  strength,  in  richness  giving, 

The  weak  shall  not  repine. 
Our  heaviest  burdens  bearing, 

The  King  will  bring  us  through, 
Till  all  his  own  are  sharing 

The  glory  in  their  view. 

The  resurrection  morning 

Will  show  thy  might  divine, 
Our  bodies  readorning, 

Made  beautiful  like  thine, 
In  full  redemption's  meetness 

For  crowns  of  life  above, 
Where  Heaven's  sublime  completeness 

Shall  magnify  thy  love.  iss6 
*♦> 

[Oct.  7. J    Thou  wilt  not  leave  my  soul  to  Sheol;  neither  wilt  thou 
suffer  thine  holy  one  to  see  corruption.    Ps.  xvi.  10. 
"When  therefore  it  was  evening . .  Jesus  came  and  stood  in  the  midst, 

and  saith  unto  them,  Peace  be  unto  you.    John  xx.  19. 

THE  UPPER  ROOM. 

The  resurrection  morn  is  past, 

With  scenes  unknown  to  time  before ; 

That  day  of  marvels  waned  at  last, 
But  left  a  glory  evermore. 

With  dawning  hope,  but  more  of  gloom, 
As  men  bewildered  and  amazed, 

Apostles  sought  the  upper  room, 

Where  late  upon  their  Lord  they  gazed. 


294      SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

Since  that  sweet  eve  of  saddened  tone, 
That  feast  with  tender  love  so  fraught, 

"What  pressing  woes  their  hearts  had  known, 
"What  tragic  scenes  the  days  had  brought ? 

Oh,  wondrous  news !  the  rock-tomb  prison 
No  longer  holds  the  form  that  died ; 

The  Lord  they  loved  had  surely  risen ; 
He  lives  again — the  Crucified ! 

Shut  were  the  doors  that  safe  enclosed 
This  little  band  in  mazeful  mood, 

"When,  full  in  view  at  once  exposed, 
The  Nazarene  before  them  stood ! 

"Peace  be  with  you!"  How  sweet  the  sound 
That  every  heart  so  strangely  stirred : 
It  is  the  Lord!  what  joy  profound, 

As  him  they  saw,  and  knew,  and  heard ! 

He  breathed  upon  their  souls  anew, 

The  spirit  of  their  Lord  they  caught, 
And  fuller  inspiration  drew 

From  all  the  blessed  truth  he  taught.     1575 

*♦> ' 

[Oct.  8.]    Our  redeemer,  the  Lord  of  hosts  is  his  name,  the  Holy  One 

of  Israel.    Isa.  xlvii.  4. 

After  these  things  Jesus  manifested  himself  again  to  the  disciples 
at  the  sea  of  Tiberias.   John  xxi.  1. 

THE  MEETING  AND  THE  FEAST. 

Calm  the  morn  in  Galilee, 
Where  their  Lord  disciples  see; 
O'er  the  waters  floats  his  voice, 
Bids  their  weary  hearts  rejoice. 


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SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS.  295 

So,  upon  the  heavenly  shore, 
When  life's  anxious  night  is  o?er, 
"We  shall  see  our  Saviour  stand, 
Hear  his  call  to  Glory-land. 

Sweet  the  season  after  toil, 
As  they  bring  abundant  spoil, 
See  the  feast  for  them  to  share, 
By  the  Lord  made  ready  there. 
So  shall  we  from  labor  rest, 
Be  with  Jesus  doubly  blest, 
"When  he  mingles  what  we  bring 
"With  the  bounty  of  the  King. 

WTio  can  tell  the  joy  and  cheer, 
As  the  Master's  word  they  hear, 
"Come  with  me  and  here  recline 
At  this  feast  of  yours  and  mine." 
But  more  glorious  will  it  be 
When  the  feast  of  heaven  we  see, 
Where  the  saved  all  eat  and  live 
At  the  banquet  Christ  shall  give. 

Blest  the  scene  around  the  board; 
As  it  closed,  the  gracious  Lord 
Brought  from  him  who  had  denied, 
Love  sincere,  thrice  told  and  tried. 
Oh,  when  round  the  board  above, 
Naught  can  mar  our  perfect  love; 
It  will  flow  a  clear  full  stream, 
Christ  its  everlasting  theme.  1886 


296  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  9.]    The  Lord  shall  be  unto  thee  an  everlasting  light.  ISA.  lx.  19. 
If  we  walk  in  the  light,  as  he  is  in  the  light,  we  have  iellowship  one 
with  another,  and  the  blood  of  Jesus  his  Son  cleanseth  us  from  all  sin. 
1  John  i.  7. 

WALKING  IN  THE  LIGHT. 

Walk  with  the  God  of  light, 

And  joy  fill  we 
The  heavenly  pathway  bright 

Shall  always  see: 
With  saints  in  brotherhood, 
Shall  Jesus'  precious  blood, 
A  sin-atoning  flood, 

Our  cleansing  be. 

To  say  we  have  no  sin 

Is  to  deceive, 
To  fail  of  truth  within, 

The  Spirit  grieve: 
If  we  our  sins  confess, 
God  will  forgive  and  bless, 
Cleanse  from  unrighteousness, 

From  fear  relieve, 

If  sin  abuse  his  love, 

And  us  appall, 
Our  Advocate  above 

For  grace  shall  call. 
Jesus,  his  righteous  Son, 
By  all  that  he  has  done, 
A  ransom  full  has  won 

For  us,  and  all. 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  297 

Blest  they  who  keep  the  Word, 

Their  guide  each  day, 
Walk  closely  with  their  Lord, 

Know  and  obey, 

Works  with  true  faith  combine ; 

In  them  the  love  divine 

Shall  in  perfection  shine, 

And  ne'er  decay.  1886 
*♦*- 

[Oct.  10.]    Who  is  this  .  .that  is  glorious  in  his  apparel?  ISA.lxiii.  1. 
When  I  saw  him,  I  fell  at  his  feet  as  one  dead.    And  he  laid  his 
right  hand  upon  me,  saying,  Fear  not,  I  am  the  first  and  the  last,  and 
the  Living  one.    Rev.  "i.  17. 

JOHNS  VISION  OF  JESUS. 

Chkist,  ascended,  has  not  vanished, 
Now  he  greets  th'  Apostle's  view 

In  the  isle  of  Patmos,  banished 
For  the  Word  and  witness  true. 

Ah!    the  glory  of  that  vision, 
Mid  the  candlesticks  of  gold! 

"Tis  the  King  from  realms  Elysian, 
Eoyal  robes  his  form  enfold. 

Snowy  locks  of  heavenly  whiteness 

On  his  head  majestic  shine, 
While  his  eyes  with  piercing  brightness 

Flash  in  splendor  all  divine! 

Sovereign  feet,  to  earth  descended, 
Burn  like  molten  brass  refined; 

Clasps  his  strong  right  hand,  extended, 
Stars  that  sparkle,  seven  combined. 


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298  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

From  his  mouth,  in  keenness  gleaming, 
Leaps  a  burnished  two-edged  sword, 

"While  his  countenance  is  beaming 
Like  the  sun  in  fullness  poured. 

How  that  view  and  voice  of  thunder 
O'er  John's  soul  sublimely   broke, 

Filled  him  with  a  fearful  wonder, 
As,  the  First  and  Last,  he  spoke! 

O  beloved,  fear  thou  never ! 

I  your  Lord,  who  once  was  dead, 
Live  again — alive  for  ever! 

Death  no  more  shall  be  your  dread. 

Mine  the  keys  of  death  and  Hades; 

All  my  own  with  me  shall  live; 
In  the  valley  where  the  shade  is, 

I  the  victory  will  give! 


[Oct.  11.]    I  shall  go  to  him,  but  he  shall  not  return  to  me.    2  Sam. 

xii.  23. 

In  heaven  their  angels  do  always  behold  the  face  of  my  Father.  Mat. 
xviii.  10. 

LOST  AND  KEPT. 

O  mourning  mother !  the  sweet  child  you  gave 
So  soon  to  Heaven,  so  early  to  the  grave, 
Is  yours,  a  blooming  child  for  evermore, 
Safe  with  the  Saviour  on  the  blessed  shore. 

Tour  child,  through  earthly  and  immortal  years, 
Be  comforted,  and  stay  your  falling  tears ; 
A  parting  pang,  a  past — these  are  the  cost, 
By  which  you  keep  the  precious  gem  you  lost.  1870 


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[Oct.  12.]    They  seemed  as  men  that  lifted  up  axes  upon  a  thicket  of 

trees.    Ps.  lxxiv.  5. 

. .  That  in  the  ages  to  come  he  might  show  the  exceeding  riches  of 
his  grace  in  kindness  toward  us  in  Christ  Jesus.     Eril.  ii.  7. 

TWO   HUNDRED   YEARS. 

Where  now  a  joyous  throng  we  stand, 

And  beauties  round  us  glow, 
Stood  a  dense  forest,  wild  and  grand, 

Two  hundred  years  ago. 
How  vast  the  change,  from  old  to  new! 

'T would  strike  the  fathers  dumb; 
But  what  shall  fill  the  children's  view, 

Two  hundred  years  to  come? 

What  struggles,  perils,  toils,  and  fears, 

They  had  to  brave  and  know, 
Ere  comforts  blessed  the  pioneers, 

Two  hundred  years  ago. 
For  varied  luxuries  we  possess, 

They  had  no  thought  or  room ; 
But  what  they'll  have,  oh,  who  can  guess, 

Two  hundred  years  to  come? 

The  church  and  school,  so  simple  then, 

Expressed  the  heart's  outflow; 
Earnest  were  those  strong,  thoughtful  men, 

Two  hundred  years  ago. 
In  grander  fane  and  temple  found, 

Refinement's  richer  home, 
Th'  old  virtues  live — will  they  abound, 

Two  hundred  years  to  come? 


300      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Through  all  the  past,  life's  growing  tide 

Has  met  the  one  grim  foe; 
Old  are  the  graves  of  those  who  died 

Two  hundred  years  ago. 
We  swell  the  stream  where  murmuring  rolls 

The  cadence  of  the  tomb: 
What  were  our  lives,  and  where  our  souls, 

Two  hundred  years  to  come?  isro 
«*• 

["Oct.  13. J     The  voice  of  rejoicing  and  salvation  is  in  the  tents  of  the 

righteous.    Ps.  cxviii.  15. 

Be  . .  imitators  of  them  who  through  faith  and  patience  inherit  the 
promises.    HEB.vi.  12. 

PAST  AND  FUTURE. 

From  the  past,  with  its  treasures  of  honor  and  story, 
Wrought  out  by  an  ancestry  noble  and  true, 

O  favored  descendants !  the  future's  bright  glory, 
In  promise  and  hope,  is  entrusted  to  you. 

E'er  may  virtue  and  happiness,  sisters  of  beauty, 
Abide  in  your  homes  as  their  gladness  and  peace, 

And  the  sons  of  the  fathers,  unshrinking  in  duty, 
Make  the  fame  of  their  heritage  ever  increase. 

May  the  blessings  of  earth  in  the  sunshine  of  heaven 
On  every  one  here  in  their  plenitude  rest ; 

And  the  far  richer  grace  of  the  gospel  be  given, 
As  the  guide  of  the  soul  to  the  home  of  the  blest. 

In  the  long  line  of  centuries  down  to  their  ending, 
May  the  earliest  memories  blend  with  the  last : 

Thro'  successions  of  years,  benedictions  descending, 
Till  millennial  splendors  be  over  them  cast,    isro 


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[Oct.  14.]     Ho,  every  one  that  thirsteth,  come  ye  to  the  waters.    ISA. 

It.  1. 

And  the  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come.  And  he  that  heareth,  let 
him  say,  Come.  And  he  that  is  athirst,  let  him  come  :  he  that  will,  let 
him  take  the  water  ot  life  freely.    Rev.  xxii.  17. 

THE  GREAT  INVITATION. 

Oft  the  Redeemer  said, 

To  sinful  souls  unblest, 
Come,  ye  that  hunger,  here  be  fed; 

Come,  weary  ones,  and  rest. 

And  now  the  Spirit  takes 

The  Saviour's  place  on  earth ; 

Most  lovingly  the  plea  he  makes, 
Come,  find  the  heavenly  birth. 

The  bride,  the  church  of  God, 

Repeats  the  gracious  call : 
Come,  wanderers,  see  what  precious  blood 

Was  shed  to  save  you  all! 

The  wakened  soul  that  hears 

Is  guilty  now  if  dumb; 
Go  then  with  tenderness  and  tears, 

And  bid  the  sinner  come. 

O  thirsting,  restless  heart, 

Come  to  the  Fountain — drink! 

Christ  will  the  draught  of  life  impart; 
Why  linger  at  the  brink? 

And  whosoever  will — 

So  freely  grace  is  given; 
Come,  dying  soul!  how  canst  thou  still 

Refuse  the  call  of  Heaven?  isse 


302  /SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  15.J    O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song.    Ps.  xcviii.  1. 

Unto  the  Lamb,  be  the  blessing,  and  the  honor,  and  the  glory,  and 
the  dominion,  for  ever  and  ever.    Rev.  v.  13. 

THE   NEW  SONG. 

They  sing  a  new  song  in  the  city  above, 
The  Eden  celestial,  the  birth-place  of  love, 
The  home  of  the  pure,  never  shaded  by  night, 
A  temple  all  glorious,  its  orchestra  light : 
Oh,  beautiful  region,  unmeasured  by  time, 
And  evermore  filled  with  this  anthem  sublime ! 

The  Lord  of  the  universe  lists  to  its  tone, 
'Tis  joy  to  the  Lamb  in  the  midst  of  the  throne; 
The  thousands  on  thousands  of  fair  angel  bands, 
The  living  ones,  elders,  redeemed  of  all  lands, 
The  first  of  the  saved,  and  the  latest  gone  there, 
All  list  to  this  song  floating  sweet  on  the  air. 

The  strain  is  unique,  ne'er  before  was  it  heard 
Till  one,  washed  in  blood,  entered  striking  its  chord ; 
The  harmonies  grew  as  the  numbers  increased, 
As  saints  from  all  points  came  and  sat  at  the  feast : 
Now  myriads  of  voices  the  music  prolong, 
But  only  the  ransomed  can  sing  this  new  song. 

Ah,  what  is  that  music  transcending,  we  know, 
All  beautiful  sounds  where  the  song-flowers  grow  ! 
Caught  upward  Paul  heard  it  but  never  could  tell 
Its  sweetness  unrivaled,  its  glorified  spell. 
Such  exquisite  harp-tones  elude  our  earth-grasp ; 
Wait  till  the  book  opens,  and  seals  shall  unclasp. 


80N08  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  303 

The  theme  of  the  song  ever  new,  and  yet  old, 

"Whose  melodies  charm  the  fair  city  of  gold, 

Is  the  loving  Redeemer,  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

Exalted  by  saints  in  their  loftiest  strain : 

To  the  glorious  Saviour,  who  brings  us  to  heaven, 

All  honor  and  blessing  and  praises  be  given !     isse 


[Oct.  16.]    To  do  justice  and  judgment  is  more  acceptable  to  the  Lord 

than  sacrifice.    Prov.  xxi.  3. 

Bear  ye  one  another's  burdens,  and  so  fulfill  the  law  of  Christ. — 
Gal.  vi.  2. 

NOBLE  VIRTUES. 

Dear  is  the  friendship  that  through  life  delights 
The  kindred  minds  its  sacred  bond  unites ; 
More  strong  the  mystic  power  of  human  love, 
Type  of  the  tie  that  binds  the  blest  above. 

Sweet  is  the  sympathy  that  shares  a  part 
In  sorrow's  tear  and  grief's  unsolaced  heart ; 
And  high  the  faith  that  with  unyielding  sway 
Holds  fast  to  truth  when  error  rules  the  day. 

Grand  is  the  right,  unawed  by  fear  or  frown, 
That  stems  the  tide  when  wrong  usurps  the  crown; 
Duty,  that  moves  straight  on,  and  never  swerves 
To  low  ambition's  lead,  or  party  curves. 

Sublime  the  patience,  that  persists  and  waits 
For  God  to  turn  time's  wheels  or  lift  its  gates; 
Philanthropy,  that  spurns  the  ermined  ban 
That  aims  to  break  the  brotherhood  of  man.    i857 


304      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  17.]    They  shall  be  mine,  saith  the  Lord  of  hosts,  in  the  day 
that  I  do  make,  even  a  peculiar  treasure.    Mal.  iii.  17. 
Therefore  are  they  before  the  throne  of  God;  and  they  serve  him 

day  and  night  in  his  temple.    Rev.  vii.  15. 

THE  SAINTS  IN  HEAVEN. 

Out  of  each  nation,  tongue,  and  land, 
Countless,  before  the  throne  they  stand, 
"With  victor  palms  in  every  hand, 

And  robes  of  spotless  white. 
They  lift  their  blending  voices  high, 
Salvation  to  our  God  they  cry, 
To  him  who  did  for  sinners  die, 

The  Lamb  enthroned  in  light. 

Lo,  the  vast  ranks  of  angels  all, 
Around  these  hosts  a  flaming  wall, 
Now  on  their  faces  lowly  fall, 

And  worship  God  their  King. 
His  glorious  attributes  they  praise, 
Thanksgiving  anthems  loudly  raise, 
Proclaim  his  might  to  endless  days, 

Their  lofty  honors  bring. 

And  who  are  these  arrayed  in  white? 
How  came  they  to  this  world  of  light? 
Ah,  these  from  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 

From  tribulation  came: 
They  all  have  bathed  in  Calvary's  flood, 
"Washed  clean  their  robes  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  now  before  the  throne  of  God 

They  magnify  his  name. 


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The  Lamb  amidst  that  royal  throne 
Dwells  now  forever  with  his  own; 
Hunger  or  thirst  shall  ne'er  be  known, 

Nor  aught  of  pain  or  fear ; 
For  he  shall  meet  their  utmost  need, 
To  living  fountains  ever  lead, 
Them  at  immortal  banquets  feed, 

And  wipe  away  each  tear.  1886 
*♦> 

[Oct.  18.]    I  have  put  my  words  in  thy  mouth,  and  have  covered  thee 

in  the  shadow  of  mine  hand    ISA.  li.  16. 

Blessed  is  he  that  keepeth  the  words  of  the  prophecy  of  this  book. — 
Rev.  xxii.  7. 

THE  BOOK  OF  REVELATION. 

Mine  of  marvels — Revelation! 

Realm  where  mystic  voices  blend; 
Cadences  of   Inspiration, 

Murmuring  through  ages,  end! 
Paradise  its  pearly  portals, 

Facing  earthward,  open  swings, 
And  to  weary,  suffering  mortals 

Visions  of  its  glory  brings. 

Precious  Book!  its  pages  please  us, 

Though  we  grasp  not  all  the  lines ; 
Mid  its  crowning  splendors  Jesus, 

Image  of  the  Father,  shines. 
Oh,  the  bliss  to  wait  before  him! 

"With  his  ransomed  ones  to  be; 
Oh,  the  rapture  to  adore  him! 

Charmed  his  radiant  face  to  see. 


306  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

Record,  full  of  conflict's  rattle, 

Zion  oft  in  travail  sore,* 
Marching  on  through  dust  and  battle, 

Strong  at  last  and  conqueror! 
O'er  earth's  wastes  the  Spirit  hovered, 

Making  all  things  sweet  and  new; 
Lost  humanity  recovered, 

Grandly  fills  the  widening  view. 

Blest  Apocalypse!  unsealing 

Heaven,  all  glorious  to  our  sight; 
New  Jerusalem  revealing, 

Bathed  in  everlasting  light: 
Home  of  all  the  saints  forever, 

City  of  the  Lamb's  abode, 
Through  it  flows  life's  crystal  river, 

Bursting  from  the  throne  of  God.       i886 
«♦* 

[Oct.  19.]    His  name  shall  be  called  Wonderful.    Isa.  ix.  6. 

He  received  him  into  his  arms,  and  blessed  God,  and  said,  Now  let- 
test  thou  thy  servant  depart,  O  Lord,  according  to  thy  word,  in  peace, 
for  mine  eyes  have  seen  thy  salvation.    Luke  ii.  28—30. 

SIMEON. 

The  saint  breathed  forth  a  joyous  song, 
And  clasped  the  Infant  to  his  heart ; 

He  saw  the  Saviour  promised  long, 
Was  satisfied,  would  e'en  depart. 

Jesus,  in  thee  what  matchless  charms! 

Thou  art  my  song,  my  hope,  my  stay ; 
My  faith  enfolds  thee  in  its  arms, 

And  sees  salvation's  brightening  day.     i89o 


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[Oct.  20.]    I  was  a  son  unto  my  father. .  and  he  taught  me.  Prv.  It.  3,4. 
We  dealt  with  each  one  of  you,  as  a  father  with  his  own  children, 
exhorting  you,  and  encouraging  you.    1  THBRS.  ii.  11. 

MY    FATHER. 

A  rural  and  sequestered  spot  was  where 
Our  pleasant,  ample  farm-house  stood, 
Mid  field  and  mead  and  mountain  wood, 

A  landscape  loved,  if  not  surpassing  fair. 

My  father,  at  the  soft  sweet  eventide, 
Would  often  take  me  on  his  knee, 
In  lessons  there  to  question  me, 

And  mark  my  progress  with  a  glowing  pride. 

Clinging  with  gladness  to  his  sturdy  hand, 
Out  to  the  fields  with  him  I  went, 
And  joyous  took  some  little  stent 

Of  reaping,  making  hay,  or  tilling  land. 

It  was  a  deep  delight  with  him  to  go, 
On  journeys  to  some  town  prolonged, 
See  sights  that  on  my  vision  thronged, 

And  wondrous  wise  in  new-found  knowledge  growc 

"When  home  of  friend  or  relative  was  reached, 
He  bade  me  to  the  group  repeat 
Some  tiny  speech,  or  poem  sweet, 

Or  tell  the  text  of  the  last  sermon  preached. 

How  well  he  loved  his  little  bashful  boy, 
How  glad  his  opening  mind  to  see : 
Did  thoughts  of  coming  years  with  me, 

Fill  his  large  heart  with  hidden,  hopeful  j  oy !   isu 


308  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  21.]    My  father,  my  father,  the  chariots  of  Israel  and  the  horse- 
men thereof!  And  he  saw  him  no  more.    2  Kings  ii.  12. 
I  will  receive  you,  and  be  to  you  a  Father.    2  Cor.  vi.  18. 

FATHERLESS. 

c  'Your  father 's  dead  f '  Ah,  how  the  message  chilled 
My  heart  and  dimmed  my  tearful  eye ! 
With  a  cold  gloom,  and  oft-heaved  sigh, 
My  little  being  was  to  fullness  filled. 

I  saw  him  as  he  lay  in  death's  stern  arms ; 
His  eyes  were  sealed  in  dark  eclipse, 
But  on  his  pale  and  speechless  lips 

A  loving  smile  was  wreathed  in  heavenly  charms. 

Was  it  the  sweet  peace  of  his  dying  prayer, 
That  lingered  with  the  parting  breath*? 
Or  visions,  o'er  the  vale  of  death, 

That  rose  upon  his  ransomed  spirit  there'? 

Well  I  remember  the  funereal  train, 
As  solemnly  it  moved  and  slow, 
Through  the  deep  banks  of  drifted  snow, 

And  the  dear  dust  was  given  to  dust  again. 

I  was  a  boy,  when  this  great  grief  was  borne, 
And  years  but  half  a  score  had  known: 
I  am  a  man — long  years  have  flown — 

But  ne'er  have  ceased  that  crushing  loss  to  mourn. 

When  o'er  the  young  and  tender  spirit  falls 
Some  awful  shade,  with  sudden  power, 
How  long  the  memory  of  that  hour 

Remains,  and  all  its  mingled  gloom  recalls !     1344 


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[Oct.  22. J    A  woman  that  feareth  the  Lord,  she  shall  be  praised.— 
Prov.  xxxi.  30. 
Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother.    Matt.  xix.  19. 

MY   MOTHER. 

Mother!  'tis  evening  now, 
And  I  am  far  from  childhood's  home  of  glee  ; 
But  as  my  hand  supports  my  aching  brow, 

My  thoughts  go  forth  to  thee. 

I  joy  to  view  the  place 
Blest  by  a  cherished  parent's  tenderest  care, 
"While  memory  loves  each  early  scene  to  trace, 

And  fondly  linger  there. 

I  think  of  those  glad  days, 
When  I  was  but  an  artless,  playful  child ; 
Thy  love  watched  all  my  little  sports  and  ways, 

And  on  me  sweetly  smiled. 

Oft  at  the  evening  hour, 
Thou  kindly  bad'st  me  to  thy  side  repair, 
To  tell  me  of  the  Saviour's  love  and  power, 

And  teach  me  some  sweet  prayer. 

Those  lessons  learned  from  thee 
Were  not  forgotten  then,  nor  are  they  yet ; 
Waymarks  they  've  been  in  peril  hours  to  me, 

To  shun  the  evil  met. 

Through  all  life's  gathering  cares, 
My  heart  with  gratitude  shall  e'er  rejoice, 
That  God  so  blest  me  with  a  mother's  prayers, 

A  mother's  counsel  choice.  1842 


310      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  23.]     Is  it  well  with  the  child?    And  she  answered,  It  is  well. 
2  Kings  iv.  26. 
And  He  called  to  him  a  little  child.    Matt,  xviii.  2. 

TRANSPLANTED. 

Beautiful,   the  precious  treasure, 

Lovely,  darling,  only  child, 
Source  of  new  and  varying  pleasure, 

Making  joy  where'er  she  smiled. 

Budding  flower !  thou  hast  not  perished, 
Though  withdrawn  from  mortal  eyes ; 

Dearly  loved  and  fondly  cherished, 
Thou  dost  bloom  in  Paradise. 

Endless  life  the  Saviour  gives  thee, 

And  unfading  beauty  there ; 
To  his  sheltering  arms  receives  thee, 

Far  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  care. 

Te  whose  tear-drops  flow  like  water, 
Let  your  grief  and  anguish  end; 

He  who  took  your  angel  daughter, 
Is  your  Father  and  your  Friend. 

Trust  him  now,  amid  your  sadness, 
Be  his  word  and  grace  your  stay; 
He  can  change  your  gloom  to  gladness, 
He  can  turn  your  night  to  day. 

Mourn  ye  not,  though  hopes  are  blighted, 
Lift  above  the  tear-dimmed  eye; 

By  celestial  radiance  lighted, 

Faith  reveals  your  home  on  high.        i&ts 


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[Oct.  24. J    Deliver  him  from  going  down  to  the  pit,  I  have  found  a 

ransom.    Jon  xxxiii.  24. 

Blessed  is  the  man  that  endureth  temptation  :  for  when  he  hath  been 
approved,  he  shall  receive  the  crown  of  life.    Jas.  i.  12. 

CROSS  AND   CROWN. 

I  love  the  Lord  who  died  for  me, 

On  the  cross — cruel  cross! 
Where  all  my  hope  of  heaven  I  see, 

On  the  cross — shameful  cross. 
O  Saviour!  but  for  thy  shed  blood, 
My  soul  had  sunk  in  sin's  dark  flood ; 
Thou  hast  redeemed  me  unto  God, 

On  the  cross — painful  cross. 

Jesus!  I  hear  thy  loving  voice, 

"Follow  me — take  the  cross." 
Thou  art  my  blessed  guide  and  choice; 

Follow  thee? — take  the  cross? 
Dear  Lord,  I  will  with  joy  obey, 
Serve  thee  throughout  my  earthly  day, 
Till  thou  shalt  come  and  sweetly  say, 
"Follow  me — leave  the  cross.'' 

Oh,  land  of  light  and  bliss  above! 

To  the  crown — by  the  cross. 
Oh,  heavenly  rest  and  home  of  love! 

Aye  the  crown — ne'er  the  cross. 
All  glory  to  the  Saviour  -  King ! 
As  saints  their  endless  praises  bring, 
My  soul  shall  join,  its  triumph  sing, 

Welcome,  crown! — farewell,  cross!        1858 


312       SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  25.]     The  people  that  know  their  God  shall  be  strong,  and  do 
exploits.    Dan.  xi.  32. 
To  each  one  his  work.    Mark  xiii.  34. 

THERE'S   WORK   FOR   THEE. 

There's  work  for  tliee!  Be  faithful  and  aggressive, 
Seek  out  the  ways  and  means  of  doing  good ; 

Stay  not,  but  'neath  the  heavenly  call  impressive, 
Go  forth  and  toil  as  Christ's  disciple  should : 
Have  you  for  him  yet  done  the  best  you  could  ? 

There  *s  work  for  thee !  Lo,  varied  fields  are  waiting, 
Where  homes  are  sad,  and  hearts  lie  desolate : 

How  should  sin's  fearful  havoc,  unabating, 

Urge  thee  to  lift  from  them  their  burdens  great, 
Lest  sink  they  hopeless  'neath  woe's  crushing  fate. 

There 's  work  for  thee !  All,  souls  of  royal  brightness 
Sweep  toward  the  verge  of  ruin's  full  eclipse ! 

They  court  the  tempter  in  unwary  lightness, 
And  press  destruction  to  their  maddened  lips : 
Save,  ere  their  sun  in  death's  horizon  dips ! 

There 's  work  for  thee !  The  future  opes  in  splendor, 
God's  kingdom  triumphs  in  advancing  years ; 

Unwonted  hands  and  hearts  their  aid  shall  render, 
And  woman's  help  shall  win  by  prayers  and  tears: 
Lift  high  the  banner,  cast  away  your  fears ! 

There 's  work  for  thee !  Oh,  glorious  task  for  mortals, 
How  to  such  work  the  heavenly  hosts  would  bend ! 

Methinks  I  see  them,  through  celestial  portals, 
Their  glad  approvals  to  the  faithful  send : 
How  sweet  their  welcome  when  the  day  shall  end ! 


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[Oct.  26.]    Live  joyfully  with  the  wife  whom  thou  lovest  all  the  days 
of  the  life  .  .  which  lie  hath  given  thee.    ECCL.  ix.  9. 
Both  righteous  before  God,  walking  in  all  the  commandments  and 

ordinances  of  the  Lord  blameless.    Luke  i.  6. 

A   GOLDEN  WEDDING. 

With  longing  look,  with  welcome  sweet, 
The  Golden  Wedding  day  we  see, 

Where  scenes  of  half  a  century  meet. 
To  crown  love's  joyous  jubilee. 

Though  far  away,  it  now  seems  near. 

So  brightly  rising  into  view, — 
The  blissful  hour  for  ever  dear 

That  sealed  the  union  sweet  and  true. 

Again  transpires  the  rite,  the  scene. 

We  seem  within  the  room  to  stand; 
But  ah.  what  epochs  lie  between, 

What  freighted  years  of  history  grand ! 

Their  blended  life,  like  mingled  streams, 
Along  time's  varying  course  has  flowed, 

And  o'er  each  change  celestial  beams 

A  radiant  glow  and  warmth  have  strowed. 

Each  cloud  has  had  its  silvery  sheen. 

Comfort  has  soothed  all  trials  hard, 
And  on  the  roughest  waves  was  seen, 

By  day  or  night,  the  loving  Lord. 

Blest  in  their  work  with  large  success, 
They  sow  and  reap  in  noblest  deeds, 

And  still  with  earnest  zeal  they  press 
Along  the  way  the  Master  leads. 


314  SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Children  beloved  have  grown  apace, 
Parental  names  and  worth  to  bear; 

And,  clustering  here  this  scene  to  grace, 
Grandchildren  come  its  joys  to  share. 

What  hallowed  ties  these  hearts  unite, 
As  heaven  and  earth  commingle  here, 

While  faith  and  hope  transcend  the  sight, 
And  joy  springs  up  from  sorrow's  tear. 

O  wedded  love!    O  blessed  home! 

Tears  faded  leave  your  wealth  and  balm ; 
Years  waiting  brighter  till  shall  come 

The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb!     isss 

«♦*. 

[Oct.  27.]    I  found  him  whom  my  soul  loveth.    Cant.  iii.  4. 

Therefore  will  I  give  praise  unto  thee  . .  and  sing  unto  thy  name.— 
Rom.  xv.  9. 

A   SONG  OF   THE   SAVIOUR. 

I  will  joyfully  sing 

Of  the  Saviour  who  sought  me, 
My  Eedeemer  and  King — 

By  his  blood  he  hath  bought  me. 
Oh,  he  hung  on  the  tree, 

For  my  soul's  guilt  expiring, 
And  his  grace  shown  to  me, 

I  can  ne'er  cease  admiring. 

Of  his  wonderful  love 

I  was  once  all  unknowing; 
Far  from  mansions  above 

I  in  darkness  was  going. 


SOXGS    FOE    ALL    SEASONS.  315 

Oh,  how  happy  the  day, 

When,  in  infinite  kindness, 
He  my  sins  washed  away, 

And  removed  all  my  blindness. 

Then  I  saw  him  as  mine, 

To  embrace  me  advancing, 
And  his  beauty  divine 

Was  my  spirit  entrancing. 
Of  ten  thousands  the  chief. 

In  my  heart  I  enthroned  him; 
He  had  borne  all  my  grief, 

And  I  gratefully  owned  him. 

While  I've  journeyed  along, 

As  a  pilgrim  and  stranger, 
He,  my  Shepherd  and  song, 

Was  my  refuge  in  danger. 
He  will  lead  me  through  life, 

For  his  pledge  he  hath  given, 
And,  in  death's  closing  strife, 

Bear  me  safely  to  heaven. 

Oh,  then  join  in  the  song, — 

'Tis  salvation's  sweet  story; 
Let  the  blood-ransomed  throng 

In  the  cross  ever  glory. 
Hallelujahs  shall  ring 

When  we  pass  o'er  the  river, 
And  of  Jesus  we'll  sing 

In  his  presence  forever.  1859 


316      SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  2S.]     Thou  shalt  have  olive  trees  throughout  all  thy  borders.— 

DEUT.  xxviii.  40. 

Some  of  the  branches  were  broken  off,  and  thou,  being  a  wild  olive, 
wast  grafted  in  among  them.    Rom.  xi  17. 

OEIVE  TREES   OF   PALESTINE. 

Among  the  gray  old  rounded  hills, 
Through  regions  fair  of  Holy  Land, 

A  grateful  scene  the  vision  fills, 

Where  trees  or  groves  of  olive  stand. 

Where'er  we  go,  o'er  ridge  or  vale. 

They  kindly  greet  the  stranger's  eye  ; 

In  rest  at  noon  their  shade  we  hail, 

Our  camp  at  evening  finds  them  nigh. 

Rich  on  the  plains,  the  slopes  they  trace. 
And  oft  the  rocky  summits  crown: 

The  thrifty  saplings  grow  apace. 

Beside  the  trees  of  gnarled  renown. 

Slowly  the  grafted  stems  mature — 
From  olives  wild  no  fruit  appears — 

But  long  the  sturdy  plants  endure, 
And  measure  oft  a  thousand  years. 

They  love  the  hard  and  flinty  soil, 

Drive  down  their  roots  amid  the  rocks, 

Draw  out  from  thence  their  choicest  oil, 
And  stand  secure  from  stormy  shocks. 

Symmetric  beauty,  humble,  calm, 

Their  pleasant  features  clearly  mark: 

Not  like  the  tall  and  tufted  palm, 

Nor  tapering  cypress,  slender,  dark,     i$g5 


JSOXGS    FOK    ALL  SEASOXS.  317 

[Oct.  29. J     The  Lord  called  thy  name,  A  green  olive  tree,  fair  with 

goodly  fruit.    Ji:u.  xi.  16. 

And  didst  become  a  partaker  with  them  of  the  root  of  the  fatness 
of  the  olive  tree.     BOM.  xi.  17. 

EVERGREEN   AND   FRUITFUL. 

When  vernal  airs  and  skies  appear, 
Star-blooms  of  purest  white  are  seen, 

Mid  olive  leaves  that  all  the  year 
Keep  an  unchanging  dusky  green. 

While  blossoms  fade,  or  falling  oft 

From  arching  boughs  they  lately  decked, 

That  verdant  hue  of  foliage  soft 

With  deeper  emerald  gems  is  necked. 

Through  arid  heats  of  summer  time, 

"When  fountains  fail  and  fields  are  brown, 

That  fadeless  green  retains  its  prime, 
And  rounding  berries  fill  its  crown. 

As  autumn  days  their  exit  make, 
Ring  all  the  groves  in  merry  gale, 

"While  stalwart  hands  the  branches  shake, 
And  purple  fruit  descends  like  hail. 

Their  sacks  the  gleeful  maidens  fill, 
And  bear  them  on  their  heads  away: 

On  topmost  boughs  are  berries  still, 
To  cheer  the  poor  who  hither  stray. 

The  richest  wealth  the  people  know, 
The  largest  comforts  that  they  see, 

Each  daily  meal,  the  lamp's  bright  glow, 
Attest  the  value  of  the  tree.  i865 


818  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Oct.  30.]      I  am  like  a  green  olive  tree  in  the  house  of  God.— 

Ps.  lii.  8. 

And  when  they  had  sung  a  hymn,  they  went  out  unto  the  mount  of 
Olives.    Mark  xiv. 26. 

OLD   TREES  IN   GETHSEMANE. 

When  sacred  hills  in  mantling  snow 
Feel  winter  storms  along  them  sweep, 

And  torrents  cold  through  valleys  flow, 
Unwithered  leaves  the  olives  keep. 

Down  to  their  life's  remotest  stage, 

Tho'  trunks  decay  and  boughs  are  grim. 

The  reverend  forms  are  green  in  age, 
And  berries  hang  from  every  limb. 

Such  are  the  grand  old  hallowed  trees 

I  saw  in  sweet  Gethsemane, 
And  thought  of  Him  whose  holy  knees 

Bowed  under  burdens  there  for  me. 

Along  the  slope  of  that  dear  hill, 
To  where  he  vanished  in  the  sky, 

Infrequent  stands  the  olive  still, 
To  bring  the  days  of  Jesus  nigh. 

And  o'er  the  ridge  they  cluster  sweet, 
Where  Bethany,  beloved  for  him, 

So  oft  received  his  weary  feet, 

"When  day  declined  to  twihght  dim. 

Emblem  of  peace!  I  would  like  thee 

In  living  fruitfulness  abound: 
Oh,  let  me  like  the  olive  tree 

Within  the  house  of  God  be  found.         is65 


/SONGS  FOB  ALL   SEASONS.  319 

[Oct.  31.]     God  . .  breathed  into  his  nostrils  the  breath  of  life;  and 

man  became  a  living  soul.    GKN.  ii.  7. 

The  things  which  arc  seen  are  temporal;  but  the  things  whieh  are 
not  seen  are  eternal.    2Cok.  to.  18. 

ETERNITY  AND  THE  SOUL. 

Eternity — tremendous  word ! — when  first 
Pealed  out  Jehovah's  all-creating  voice, 

Bidding  the  light  o'er  gloom  and  chaos  burst, 
And  orbs  celestial  in  their  course  rejoice, — 

Thy  years  were  countless  as  the  stars  on  high, 

And  thou  wast  then,  as  now,  the  same — eternity! 

When  crashing  spheres  bewail  the  death  of  time, 
As  if  dissolving  'neath  their  Maker's  ire ; 

When  he  shall  wrap  the  earth  in  flames  sublime, 
And  bid  the  starry  lamps  of  heaven  expire — 

Thou,  in  thy  mystic  track,  shalt  tireless  run, 

Only  the  childhood  of  thy  endless  years  begun! 

The  soul,  undying  as  its  glorious  Sire, 
Must  live  like  thee  in  its  immortal  state; 

And  joy,  that  wakes  the  purest  seraph's  lyre, 
Will  bid  it  welcome  at  thy  golden  gate, 

If  it  hath  sought  the  way  of  life  to  know, 

And  do  the  will  of  him  who  bore  our  sin  and  woe. 

Eternal  destinies  the  soul  await — 

The  grand  decision  trembles  on  an  hour, 

And  should  its  vast  concern  be  left  too  late, 
How  shall  it  fly  from  sin's  recoiling  power? 

Scan,  mortal,  well,  the  path  thy  feet  have  trod ; 

Love's  earnest  message  is,  Prepare  to  meet  thy  God ! 

184* 


320       SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Nov.  1.]    The  day  of  the  Lord  cometh,  for  it  is  nigh.    Joel  ii.  1. 

Then  shall  they  see  the  Son  of  man  coming  in  clouds  with  great 
power  and  glory.    Mark  xiii.  26. 

CHRIST'S  SECOND  COMING. 

See  at  last  the  signs  portending, 
Earth's  full  ripeness  for  its  ending, 
Christ  the  Lord  himself  descending. 

Sun  and  moon  in  gloom  appalling, 
Starry  spheres  from  heaven  falling, 
Boding  fear  the  world  enthralling. 

In  the  clouds  with  awful  splendor, 
Dooms  to  seal,  rewards  to  render, 
Comes  the  saints'  beloved  Defender. 

Scene  all  other  scenes  transcending, 
Power  and  glory  interblending, 
Far  beyond  our  comprehending. 

Sight  sublime  for  mortal  vision! 
Angels  from  the  blest  Elysian 
Gather  for  the  great  decision. 

Ah,  the  shout  o'er  earth  resounding! 
The  Archangel's  voice  astounding, 
Unbelieving  souls  confounding. 

Day  of  terror,  work  of  wonder! 
Trump  of  God,  like  mighty  thunder, 
Rends  all  sepulchers  asunder! 

Dead  in  Christ  with  rapture  rising, 
Living  saints,  through  change  surprising, 
Now  their  full  hope  realizing. 


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All  the  saved  together  meeting, 

First  and  last  with  joyous  greeting, 

Sweet  redemption's  song  repeating. 

Come,  ye  blessed!     Christ  the  giver 

Calls  to  kingdoms  fading  never — 

Heaven's  all-glorious  life  forever! 

Lo,  they  rise  in  clouds  supernal, 

To  their  homeland,  bright  and  vernal, 

Ever  with  the  Lord  eternal. 

Blessed  hope,  that  naught  can  smother, 

He  shall  come,  our  elder  Brother, 

Wherefore  comfort  one  another. 

While  thy  triumph,  Lord,  is  nearing, 

May  I,  faithful,  nothing  fearing, 

Love  and  look  for  thy  appearing. 

Oh,  this  precious  great  salvation! 

Grander  in  the  consummation 

Of  the  new  and  last  creation!  \g82 


,'Xov.  2. J     Sorrow  and  sighing  shall  flee  away.    Isa.  li.  11, 
Behold,  I  make  all  things  new.    Rev.  xxi.  5. 

REALIZATION. 

Lo,  the  fountains  of  destruction, 

"With  their  thousand  bitter  streams, 

Flood  no  more  our  lovely  landscapes ; 
Gone  are  they  like  vanished  dreams. 

Where  the  dark  Lethean  waters 
Felt  the  plunge  of  wasted  souls, 

Now  in  bright  and  crystal  clearness 

Life's  pure  river  sweetly  rolls.  i$$q 


322  SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Nov.  3. J    There  is  a  place  by  me,  and  thou  shalt  stand  upon  the 

rock.    Ex.  xxxiii.  21. 

He  said,  I  am  the  voice  of  one  crying  in  the  wilderness,  Make 
straight  the  way  of  the  Lord.    John  i.  23. 

ROGER  WILLIAMS  ROCK. 

Rock  by  the  Seekonk  shore, 
Where  briny  billows  roar, 

I  sing  of  thee. 
Here  erst  the  Indian  strayed, 
Here  once  his  dwelling  made, 
And  here  his  children  played, 

As  wild  as  free. 

Tears  rolled  their  circles  round, 
And  here  they  still  were  found — 

That  red-browed  race. 
Their  hunting  grounds  were  here, 
"Where  dwelt  the  bounding  deer, 
Where  oft,  with  bow  and  spear, 

They  joined  the  chase. 

Moved  by  a  deep  desire, 
Perchance  the  aged  sire, 

With  woes  opprest, 
Came  here  at  eventide, 
O'er  all  his  sorrows  sighed, 
To  the  Great  Spirit  cried 

For  peace  and  rest. 

Perchance,  upon  this  stone, 
The  trusting  maid,  alone, 
Hath  placed  her  feet — 


SONGS    FOR    ALL    SEASONS,  323 

Her  lover's  form  to  view, 
Gliding  the  forest  through, 
Faithful  and  ever  true, 
His  love  to  meet. 

Once  passed  along  this  wave 
A  Pilgrim  strong  and  brave, 

Who  landed  here: 
'Twas  Roger  Wilhams  then, 
As  he  surveyed  this  glen, 
By  wondering  forest  men 

Was  hailed,  " What  cheer?" 

He  met  the  Indian  band, 

And  took  their  friendly  hand, 

"Upon  this  stone. 

Free  from  oppression's  rod, 

This  peaceful  shore  he  trod, 

With  heartfelt  praise  to  God 

For  kindness  shown.  1844 
*♦* 


[Xov.  4. J     He  compassed  him  about,  he  cared  for  him,  he  kept  him 

as  the  apple  of  his  eye.    Deft,  xxxii.  10. 

Wandering  in  deserts  and  mountains  and  caves,  and  the  holes  of 
the  earth.    Heb.  xi.  38. 

THE  EXILE. 

Yon  goodly  city's  name 

Still  speaks  its  founder's  fame; 

Ay,  Providence 
Tells  of  the  guiding  Power 
That,  in  dark  peril's  hour, 
Had  been  the  Exile's  tower. 

And  strong  defense. 


324  £OXGS  FOE  ALL   SEASONS. 

The  Indian  tribes  are  dead, 
Or  far  away  have  fled: 

No  sons  remain 
Of  painted  chiefs  of  yore, 
"Whose  warwhoops  echoed  o'er 
Old  Narragansett's  shore, 

In  Philip's  reign. 

The  Exile,  too,  is  gone, 
While  years  have  circled  on 

Their  ceaseless  round. 
The  truth  for  which  he  fought, 
The  principles  he  brought, 
As  this  fair  land  he  sought, 

Here  yet  are  found. 

Not  only  by  this  tide 
May  they  in  peace  abide 

Till  earth's  last  shock, 
But  o'er  our  wide  domain 
Soul -Freedom  hold  her  reign, 
And  Christ  his  sway  maintain, 

Firm  as  this  Rock!  1844 


[Xov.  5.]     I  shall  be  satisfied  . .  with  thy  likeness.    Ps.  xvii.  15. 
If  he  shall  be  manifested,  we  shall  be  like  him.     1  John  iii.  2. 

WE   SHALL   BE  LIKE   HIM. 

We  shall  be  like  him,  like  the  King  immortal. 
The  Lamb  enthroned  in  heaven, 

AVhene'er,  to  pass  the  bright  celestial  portal, 
The  summons  shall  be  given. 


SOJYGS    FOR    ALL  SEASONS.  325 

Like  Jesus,  brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

And  see  him  as  he  is ! 
Oh,  who  can  comprehend  the  wondrous  story, 

Or  grasp  th'  unuttered  bliss  ? 

Not  like  the  helpless  Child  of  Bethlehem's  manger, 

Denied  the  village  inn ; 
Not  like  the  Sufferer  here,  a  homeless  stranger, 

Mid  the  abodes  of  sin. 

Not  like  the  Christ  betrayed,  by  friends  forsaken, 

By  foes  condemned  to  die ; 
Insulted,  mocked,  and  scourged,  to  Calvary  taken, 

Mid  shouts  of  "Crucify." 

But  as  he  is — exalted,  crowned  for  ever, 

In  glory  none  can  tell, 
"With  saints  and  angels,  heavenly  hosts,  that  never 

Refrain  his  praise  to  swell. 

Ah,  can  it  be,  Ave  shall  our  Lord  resemble, 

When  heaven's  gate  within, 
AYhile  here,  imperfect  souls,  we  often  tremble 

At  consciousness  of  sin? 

Oh,  promise  great !  confirmed  by  words  of  Jesus, 

That  fill  with  joy  our  hearts: 
From  sin  his  precious  blood  it  is  that  frees  us, 

And  purity  imparts. 

Oh,  matchless  grace  of  God !  that  gives  us  meetness 

To  be  like  Christ  we  love ; 
Pursue  thy  work  in  us  to  grand  completeness 

For  the  bright  world  above.  i89o 


326      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[Xov.  6.]    All  kings  shall  fall  do wn,  before  him:  all  nations  shall 

serve  him.    Ps.  lxxii.  11. 

For  he  must  reign,  till  he  hath  put  all  his  enemies  under  his  feet.— 
1  Cok.  xv.  25. 

CHRIST'S   REIGN. 

Come,  day  of  Gospel  glory, 

To  mortals  waiting  long; 
Fulfill  prophetic  story, 

Bid  earth  break  forth  in  song. 
Oer  dark  lands  still  in  sadness 

A  heavenly  radiance  fling, 
Till  all  their  tribes  with  gladness 

To  Christ  true  homage  bring. 

The  light  upon  the  mountains 

Foretells  the  glory  near; 
Salvation's  bursting  fountains 

Convey  the  blessing  here. 
Of  prayers  to  God  long  going, 

Full  answers  now  come  down; 
And  fields  of  toilsome  sowing 

The  ripened  harvests  crown. 

The  strong  resistless  Angel 

Binds  Satan  fast  in  chains, 
Proclaims  the  blest  evangel, — 

The  Saviour  comes  and  reigns! 
All  nations  bow  before  him, 

They  hail  his  triumph  day, 
Earth's  myriad  souls  adore  him, 

Rejoicing  'neath  his  sway.  isgo 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  327 

[Nov. 7.]    God  said,  Let  there  be  light:  and  there  was  light.    Gen. 
i.  3. 
And  the  light  shineth  in  the  darkness.    John  i.  5. 

WORLD    LIGHT. 

Ox  primal  forms  lay  gloom  profound, 
And  o'er  the  wide  creation  round 

Hung  rayless  night, 
"When  God.  by  whom  all  worlds  were  made, 
Spake,  as  his  glance  the  earth  surveyed, 
"Let  there  be  light." 

Grim  darkness  rolled  in  clouds  away, 
And  sweetly  dawned  the  new-born  day, 

In  gleamiugs  blight. 
The  sun,  unveiled,  his  course  began, 
The  moon,  with  all  the  starry  van, 
••And  there  was  light.'1 

From  God  had  wandered  all  mankind, 
In  moral  darkness  deep  and  blind 

As  pulseless  night. 
Xo  cheerful  day  on  them  might  rise; 
Spake  then  Jehovah  from  the  skies, 
"Let  there  be  light." 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  arose, 
The  Saviour  triumphed  o'er  his  foes, 

In  glorious  might: 
The  blessed  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Echoed  Judaea's  hills  around, 

"And  there  was  light."  lass 


I 


:V1S  tiOXGS  FOR   ALL   SEASOXS. 

[Xov.  8.]     The  Lord  is  my  light  and  my  salvation.    Ps.  xxvii.  1. 

God  .  .shined  in  our  hearts,  to  give  the  light  of  the  knowledge  of 
the  glory  of  God  in  the  face  of  Jesus  Christ.    2  Cor.  iv.  6. 

SOUL  LIGHT. 

While  journeying  o'er  life's  solemn  way, 
I  sought  from  earth  a  guiding  ray; 

'Twas  somber  night. 
Again  I  sought  and  humbly  prayed; 
The  Saviour  heard  and  kindly  said, 
' 'Let  there  be  light." 

The  clouds  that  filled  my  sky  were  gone, 
Fair  Bethlehem's  Star  in  beauty  shone, — 

How  blest  the  sight! 
A  love  divine  entranced  my  soul, 
"With  faith  and  hope  in  sweet  control, 
"And  there  was  light." 

Illumined  souls!  with  pitying  eye, 
See  the  far  lands  where  millions  He 

In  pagan  night. 
Send  the  blest  Word  of  life  abroad, 
Till  savage  men  shall  worship  God; 
"Let  there  be  light" 

The  standard  of  the  cross,  unfurled, 
Lift  up  before  a  suffering  world, 

Till  aU  unite 
To  sing  their  great  Redeemer's  name, 
While  Heaven  shall  echo  the  acclaim, 

"And  there  was  light."  is.38 


SOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Nov.  0.]     A  friend  loveth  at  all  times,  and  a  brother  is  born  for  ad- 
versity.   Prov.  xvii.  17. 
Be  ye  kind  one  to  another,  tenderhearted.    Eph.  iv.  32. 

BROTHERLY   KINDNESS. 

Joyfully  we  sing  our  song, 

Grandly  its  full  notes  prolong, 
As  our  souls  in  music  swell  the  mellow  strain 

Over  shadows  swept  away, 

Gloomy  midnight  turned  to  day, 
Hearts  of  sadness  filled  with  light  and  life  again. 

"When  a  brother's  cheek  is  pale, 

Hope  and  health  and  vigor  fail, 
Promptly,  tenderly,  Ave  're  watching  at  his  side, 

Through  each  night  of  pain  and  gloom, 

Till  return  his  strength  and  bloom, 
Or  he  leaves  us,  summoned  o'er  the  parting  tide. 

As  in  social  union  sweet, 

Joyful  greetings  we  repeat, 
With  our  beaming  eyes  and  loving  hearts  aglow, 

Then  for  those  not  with  us  found, 

Those  in  bonds  of  sorrow  bound, 
Friendly  thoughts  and  helpful  deeds  shall  freely  flow. 

Hail,  then,  hail  unto  the  band, 

Giving  kindness'  open  hand 
To  the  lonely,  suffering,  needy,  sick,  and  sad ! 

While  the  years  shall  roll  along, 

Higher  strains  inspire  the  song, 
Heaven's  blessing  crown  them  all  and  make  them 
glad!  isee 


330  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Nov.  10.]     Sing  unto  him,  sing  praises  unto  him;  talk  ye  of  all  his 

marvelous  works.    1  CHRON.  xvi.  9. 

For  of  him,  and  through  him,  and  unto  him,  are  all  things.     Rom. 
xi.  36. 

NATURE  SONGFUL. 

The  poet's  ever-varying  song, 

In  sweetest  hymn  and  anthem  strong, 

From  nature  flows ; 
From  all  her  glorious  realms  of  power, 
From  scented  field,  from  lowly  flower, 
From  blushing  rose. 
It  comes  from  the  slopes  of  grandest  mountains, 
Its  echo  is  heard  in  their  silver  fountains, 
And  down  the  cascade  goes: 
Out  from  the  crystal  spring  it  gushes, 
On  through  the  valley  green  it  rushes, 
Breaking  its  deep  repose. 

The  forest  breathes  it  from  afar, 
The  heavens  inspire  it  in  a  star, 

The  waterfall, 
Sublime,  sends  forth  its  earthquake  sound, 
And  sweeter  melodies  are  found 
In  tinklings  small. 
It  lives  in  the  vast,  majestic  ocean, 
It  swells  in  its  grand  and  awful  motion, 
Heaving  the  billowy  wall; 
Sings  in  the  rain-drop  descending, 
Shouts  in  the  storm-cloud  impending, 
As  deep  to  deep  doth  call. 

Its  spirit  leads  the  sisterhood 

Of  seasons,  fair,  harmonious,  good, 


SOXGS    FOE   ALL    SEASONS.  331 

Around  the  year ; 
Gleams  in  the  mild  bright  eye  of  spring, 
Glows  in  the  summer's  iris  ring; 
In  autumn  sere, 
"Whose  beautiful  hues,  o'er  landscapes  flying, 
Give  heavenly  tints  to  foliage  dying; 
Then,  in  winter  drear, 
Throned  in  his  palace,  cold  and  hoary, 
Wrapt  in  the  robes  of  icy  glory, 
And  jewels,  radiant,  clear. 

It  lives  in  all  the  wondrous  forms 
That  nature  carves  and  being  warms 

In  earth  or  ah' — 
The  searchless  wealth  of  every  sea, 
Its  swarming  life,  its  coral  tree, 
Its  pearl  so  rare; 
The  birds  of  bright  wing  the  soft  air  clipping, 
Insects  in  the  golden  sunbeams  dipping; 
The  varied  plant-world  fairs 
And  in  the  ages  of  mystery, 
Writ  in  the  rocks  of  earth's  history, 

God's  footprints  tracing  there.  1357 
-«♦*- 

[Nov.  11. J     I  flee  unto  thee  to  hide  me.    Pr.  cxliii.  9. 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God.     Col.  iii.  3. 

THE  HIDDEN   LIFE. 

Lord,  if  my  life  is  hid  with  thee, 

How  safe!  companionship  how  blest! 

Then  pure  and  sweet  my  life  should  be, 
As  here  I  live,  as  there  I  rest.  1889 


332  SOJVUS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

fNov  12  ]     He  shall  ba*he  his  flesh  in  water     Lev    vvi.  4. 
Having  our  hearts  sprinkled  from  an  evil  conscience,  and  our  bod? 
washed  with  pure  water     Heb   x  22. 

MY   MORNING  BATH. 

As  cease  the  stars1  sweet  chimes, 
Up  from  my  couch  betimes, 
I  seek  refreshment  s  glow  untold 
In  the  free  splash  of  water  cold: 
Such  pleasure  hath 
My  morning  bath. 

If  sleep  has  been  disturbed 
By  care  or  thought  uncurbed, 
The  pour  or  plunge  makes  full  amends; 
The  languid  look  or  feeling  ends: 
Such  comfort  hath 
My  early  bath. 

The  restless  feverish  plight, 
That  lengthens  so  the  night, 
At  once  doth  vanish  quite  away, 
Beneath  th'  enswathing  crystal  spray: 
Such  healing  hath 
My  well  tried  bath. 

This  act,  I  daily  hail, 
Is  like  a  coat  of  mail; 
In  summer  cools,  in  winter  warms; 
Guards  against  colds,  and  other  harms: 
Such  virtue  hath 
My  morning  bath.  1890 


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[Nov.  13. J     Whoso  findeth  a  wife  findeth  a  good  thing,  and  obtaineth 
favor  of  the  Lord.    Pkov   xviii    2i. 
Who  giveth  us  richly  all  things  to  enjoy.    1  Tim.  vi.  17. 

SIDE   BY   SIDE. 

Ten  years!  ten  years!  how  quickly  past, 
With  memories  bright  to  live  and  last! 
What  great  events  fill  this  decade! 
What  march  of  nations!  histories  made! 
But  with  these  hearts  how  tranquil  seem 
The  flowing  tides  of  life  s  swift  stream, 
Since  that  blest  day  the  trusting  bride 
Her  loved  and  dearest  stood  beside. 

Her  hand  in  his,  the  token  given 
Of  mutual  vows  and  pledge  to  Heaven, 
Few  words  were  said,  a  brief  heart-prayer 
For  Gods  good  gifts  and  constant  care: 
Thus  was  the  rite  so  simple  past, 
So  soon  performed,  so  long  to  last, 
And  she,  the  fondly  cherished  bride, 
Was  one  with  him  she  stood  beside. 

Ten  years  have  fled  but  kindly  wrought 
How  many  scenes  with  blessings  fraught ; 
Hallowed  by  love  to  them  belongs 
What  treasured  good,  what  grateful  songs : 
Heaven's  favoring  smile  has  crowned  the  years 
With  countless  joys,  and  yet  some  tears. 
Stood  happy  then  the  groom  and  bride, 
But  happier  now  stand  side  by  side. 


334      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

The  years  to  come,  the  decades  yet, 
While  all  unknown,  in  hope  are  met, 
Led  by  the  unseen  Hand  that  guides, 
Blest  by  the  love  that  e'er  abides. 
Oh,  be  each  period  still  more  blest, 
Till  comes  the  last,  the  brightest,  best — 
To  find  a  union  o'er  the  tide, 
In  love  immortal,  side  by  side.  1571 
<♦> 

[Nov   14  1     Who  can  stand  before  his  cold?    Ps.  cxlvii.  17. 

They  kindled  a  fire,  and  received  us  all . .  because  of  the  cold.    Acts 
xxviii  2. 

THE  HOSPICE. 

The  evening  shadows  deepen  down 
Upon  our  winding  bridle  trail, 

And  mingle  with  the  snow-lit  crown 
On  rocky  brows  ice-bound  and  pale. 

We  climb  the  pass,  o'er  spur,  ravine, 

"Where  Alpine  winds  sweep  roughly  through, 

Until  with  joy  a  light  is  seen — 

The  friendly  hospice  greets  our  view. 

Welcomed  by  fire  and  food  and  rest, 
Within  the  cheerful  mountain  home, 

The  priests,  the  monks,  the  dogs,  we  blest, 
That  bid  the  grateful  wanderer  come. 

As  weary  pilgrims  found  of  old, 

The  great  rock-shade  a  lodge  from  heat, 

Now  Alpine  tourists,  from  the  cold, 

Find  St.  Bernard  a  refuge  sweet.  1859 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  335 

[Nov    15.]   I  will  bring  you  out  from  the  peoples,  and  will  gather  you 
out  o(  the  countries  wherein  ye  are  scattered,  with  a  mighty  hand 
EZKK.  XX    31 

A  hardening  in  part  hath  befallen  Israel,  until  the  fullness  of  the 
Gentiles  be  come  in.     ROM   xi   ^5. 

CONVERSION   OF   THE  JEWS. 

Seek,  Lord,  thine  ancient  nation, 

Nor  let  them  wander  more; 
To  Christ  and  his  salvation 

The  scattered  tribes  restore. 
Remove  the  veil  of  blindness, 

To  Calvary  turn  their  eyes, 
To  see  thy  lovingkindness 

In  Jesus'  sacrifice. 

On  them,  for  his  rejection, 

Guilt's  heavy  burdens  lie; 
But  through  thy  love's  election 

It  brought  the  Gentiles  nigh, 
Whose  fullness  seems  appearing, 

As  we  thy  work  discern; 
Oh,  swift  the  hour  be  nearing 

When  Israel  shall  return! 

Bid  rivers  of  salvation 

To  waiting  Zion  flow  ; 
Her  children's  restoration 

Let  all  earth's  kingdoms  know, 
As  round  the  cross  they  rally, 

With  joy  to  Shiloh  come, 
And  throng  each  hill  and  valley 

Throughout  their  ancient  home.        1890 


336       SONGS  FOR   ALL   SEASONS. 

[Xov.  16. J     Very  pleasant  hast  thou  been  unto  me.    2  Sam.  i.  26. 
I  hope  shortly  to  see  thee,  and  we  shall  speak  face  to  face.  3  John  14. 

FRIEND    OF   MY   HEART. 

As  o'er  the  past,  the  hallowed  past,  reflection  softly 

sweeps, 
And  quick  revives  the  pleasing  scenes  that  memory 

fondly  keeps, 
A  thrill  of  joy,  in  these  blest  thoughts,  steals  o'er 

my  spirit's  chords, 
And  wakens  there  a  melody  too  pure  for  mortal 

words. 
I  can  not  sing  that  rapturous  song — 
The  heart  alone  can  still  prolong 
Its  blissful,  life-inspiring  strains,  so  sweet,  so  deep, 

so  strong. 

How  like  an  angel  near  to  me  thy  lovely  image  seems ! 
It  comes  to  bless  my  solitude,  to  beautify  my  dreams. 
I  hear  again  thy  pleasing  voice,  I  see  thy  winning 

smile ; 
And  oh,  how  favored  to  commune  with  one  so  free 

from  guile ! 
I  would  not  break  the  magic  spell ; 
I  would  not  those  emotions  quell, 
That  fill  the  fountains  of  the  soul  as  from  a  crystal 

well. 

How  sweet  the  time,  how  full  of  joy,  how  swift  it 

rolled  away, 
When  in  thy  presence  I  have  passed  the  lingering 

hours  of  day ; 


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When  we  have  gazed  on  nature  fair,   around,  be- 
neath, above, 
And  felt  her  inspiration  deep,  and  heard  her  voice 
of  love ; 
Or,  when  we  sought  the  place  of  prayer, 
And  paid  our  souls'  devotions  there ; 
Such  hallowed  hours  of  pure  delight,  oh,  would  we 
oft  might  share. 

Where  other  scenes  shall  greet  your  eye,  and  other 

friends  are  found, 
And  nature  in  her  loveliness  smiles  gloriously  around, 
Oh,  say,  will  then,  as  back  you  gaze,  a  thought  to 

me  be  given  ? 
And  shall   I   be  remembered   in  the  prayer  you 

breathe  to  Heaven? 
Friend  of  my  heart !  where'er  I  turn, 
Thy  lovely  image  I  discern  ; 
With  me  it  dwells,  and  still  shall  live  in  memory's 

sacred  urn.  1345 


[Nov.  17.]     Light,  that  shineth  more  and  more  unto  the  perfect  day. 
PBOY.  iv.  18. 
He  may  say  to  thee,  Friend,  go  up  higher.    Luke  xiv.  10. 

FRIENDSHIPS    CULMINATION. 

We  bask  in  friendship's  smile, — 
A  lovelier  world  soon  rises  to  our  sight, 
All  blooming  in  affection's  purest  light, 
And  life's  extending  path  grows  heavenly  bright, 

And  beautiful  the  while, 

Like  some  celestial  aisle.  1845 


338  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Nov.  18.]   There  touched  me  again  one  like  the  appearance  of  a  man 

and  he  strengthened  me.     Dan.  x.  18. 

There  appeared  unto  him  an  angel  of  the  Lord  standing  on  the  right 
side  of  the  altar  of  incense.    Luke  i.  11. 

ANGEL  VISITANTS. 

Bright  angel  forms,  on  soft  and  airy  pinions, 
Like  carrier  birds,  the  messengers  of  love, 

Leave  the  fair  precincts  of  the  blest  dominions, 
With  choicest  favors  from  the  world  above. 

They  come  and  give  to  solitude  its  pleasures, 
And  throw  a  hallowed  charm  around  the  heart ; 

Bear  up  the  thoughts  to  pure  immortal  treasures, 
"Where  kindred  spirits  meet  no  more  to  part. 

They  come,  from  the  celestial  hills  descending, 
Sent  by  the  bounteous  Ruler  of  the  skies ; 

We  feel  their  presence  with  our  spirits  blending, 
When  evening  orisons  to  Heaven  arise. 

They  come*  when  o'er  the  sorrowing  heart  is  stealing 
The  wasting  blight  of  earth's  consuming  woe ; 

They  come,  sweet  rays  of  heavenly  light  revealing 
Amid  the  darkness  of  our  path  below. 

Joy  for  the  mission  of  those  guileless  creatures, 
That  God  to  us  such  guardians  should  send ; 

Oh,  wear  they  not  the  well  remembered  features 
Of  many  an  early  loved  and  long  lost  friend  1 

Still,  still  around  my  checkered  pathway  hover — 
'T  is  sweet  to  hold  communion  with  the  pure — 

And  welcome  me  at  last,  when  life  is  over, 

Where  love  and  joy  eternal  shall  endure.         i842 


SONGS    FOB    ALL    SEASONS.  339 

[Nov.  19.]    He  shall  give  his  angels  charge  over  thee,  to  keep  thee  in 

all  thy  ways.     Ps.  xci.  11. 

Are  they  not  all  ministering  spirits,  sent  forth  to  do  service  for  the 
sake  of  them  that  shall  inherit  salvation?     BEB.  i.  14. 

MINISTERING   SPIRITS. 

Tis  sweet  to  think  that  spirits  pure  and  holy 
Are  often  hovering  round  the  pilgrim  here, 

To  banish  thoughts  of  grief  and  melancholy, 
And  bid  the  trembling  heart  forget  to  fear. 

They  come  to  dry  the  mourner's  fount  of  sadness, 
To  pour  a  blessing  on  the  drooping  head, 

And  wake  the  soul  to  scenes  of  hope  and  gladness. 
Along  the  vistas  of  the  future  spread. 

The  stricken  mother,  as  her  darling  slumbers, 
Cold,  in  the  silent  chamber  of  the  tomb, 

Oft  hears  its  prattling  voice  like  seraph's  numbers 
Fall  on  her  ear  amid  surrounding  gloom. 

The  lonely  orphan,  by  the  world  forsaken, 
Seems  oft  the  kindness  of  the  dead  to  share, 

And  feels  a  thrill  of  new-born  joy  awaken, 
As  if  embraced'  by  fond  parental  care. 

The  saddened  lover  and  the  joyless  maiden, 

Strip t  of  their  cherished  ones  by  death's  chill  hand, 

Commune  with  their  returning  spirits,  laden 
With  love  undying  from  the  glorious  land. 

Te  sainted  forms  of  dearest  friends  departed, 
Methinks  I  hear  your  music  in  the  breeze ; 

And  oft,  mid  scenes  of  sadness,  lonely-hearted, 
My  spirit's  eye  your  joyful  presence  sees.        igjg 


340  SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Nov.  20.J    He  that  is  wise  winneth  souls.    Prov.  xi.  30. 
A  man  full  of  faith  and  of  the  Holy  Spirit.    Acts  vi.  5. 

THE   BELOVED   PASTOR. 

Ranged  he  grandly  realms  of  science, 

Deei)  philosophies  he  knew; 
Grasped  he  well  profoundest  problems, 

Thence  the  choicest  treasures  drew. 
Never  failed  the  faith  he  cherished, 

While  the  broadest  fields  he  trod; 
Firmer  grew  his  trust  in  Jesus, 

Stronger  was  his  hold  of  God. 

From  his  lips  of  inspiration, 

Touched  by  heavenly  fire  how  oft, 
Flowed  a  strong  and  sweet  persuasion 

Bearing  every  soul  aloft — 
Bringing  Christ  a  present  Saviour 

To  the  wakened,  anxious,  lost; 
Giving  comfort  to  the  mourning, 

Peace  to  hearts  by  trouble  tost. 

Oh,  his  love  was  pure  and  tender, 

All  his  nature  sweet  and  mild, 
With  a  sympathy  like  woman's, 

And  as  guileless  as  a  child. 
How  his  charity  abounded, 

Warming  like  the  sunbright  rays; 
Who  could  know  him  but  to  love  him? 

Who  could  name  him  but  to  praise? 

Long  on  Zion's  walls  a  watchman, 
Soldier  valiant  for  the  Lord, 


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Blessed  victories  he  witnessed — 
Labor  brought  a  rich  reward. 

Lustrous  name  upon  our  records, 
Lives  his  influence  lingering  here, 

Still  his  cheery  face  is  with  us, 
Still  his  voice  we  seem  to  hear. 

When  the  time  for  blest  departure 

To  his  saintly  spirit  came, 
He  was  on  the  verge  of  Heaven, 

Waiting  for  the  steeds  of  flame. 
Linger  yet  his  words  triumphant, 

Full  of  faith  and  peace  and  trust, 
Blending  as  a  benediction 

With  the  memory  of  the  just.  i878 

«>+ 

[Xov.  21.]    See  if  there  be  any  sorrow  like  unto  my  sorrow.    Lam. 
i.  12. 

Abide  ye  here,  and  watch  with  me.    Matt.  xxvi.  38. 
GETHSEMANE. 

Within  the  olive  shade 

The  Saviour  see, 
As  there  he  knelt  and  prayed, 

My  soul,  for  thee; 
While  cold  and  damp  midnight, 
Pale  moon  and  dim  starlight, 
Beheld  thy  strange  sad  sight, 

Gethsemane ! 

Even  the  faithful  fail 

Vigils  to  keep; 
They  sink  behind  the  veil 


342      SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Of  weary  sleep. 
Jesus  is  left  alone, 
Bowed  on  dank  earth  and  stone, 
And  thou  dost  hear  his  moan, 

Gethsemane ! 

"Why  is  ray  Sayiour  there, 

In  sighs  and  fears, 
Under  a  bm*dening  prayer, 

With  cries  and  tears? 
While  sorrow's  dread  control 
O'erwhelins  his  holy  soul, 
His  blood  to  thee  doth  roll, 

Gethsemane ! 

Ah,  there  he  took  the  cup 

His  Father  gaye; 
Resigned,  he  drank  it  up, 

My  soul  to  save! 
Man's  guilt  and  Satan's  hate, 
Heart-crushing  load  so  great, 
How  deathlike  was  its  weight, 

Gethsemane ! 

Garden  of  loye  and  woe, 

How  dear  to  me! 
I  oft  in  spirit  go, 

Jesus  to  see, 
Who  gives  me  heayenly  aid 
To  pray  as  there  he  prayed, 
Within  thy  sacred  shade, 

Gethsemane !  \&& 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  343 

[Nov.  22. J    The  Lord  lovcth  the  gates  of  Zion  more  than  all  the 

dwellings  of  Jacob.    Fs.  lxxxvii.  J. 

They  worshiped  him  ..  in  the  temple,  blessing  God.     Ltke   xxiv. 
52,  53. 

THE    SANCTUARY. 

King  of  glory,  Lord  of  light! 
From  thy  heavenly  temple's  height, 
*Bow  thy  presence,  with  us  be, 
Bless  the  house  we  give  to  thee. 

Thou  who  Zion's  gates  dost  love 
Other  dwellings  far  above, 
Here  abide,  adorn  this  place 
With  the  beauty  of  thy  grace. 

When  in  worship  flows  the  song, 
Be  the  praise  heartfelt  and  strong; 
When  in  prayer  is  breathed  thy  name, 
Pleading  faith  each  soul  inflame. 

Ever  here  thy  holy  Word 
Be  the  Spirit's  conquering  sword; 
Sinners  yield  before  its  might, 
Saints  in  all  its  truths  delight. 

Converts  to  the  fold  be  brought, 
In  the  way  the   Saviour  taught; 
Grateful  at  his  table  meet, 
Keep  his  death's  memorial  sweet. 

Here,  as  years  shall  pass  away, 
Lord,  thy  Gospel's  wealth  display; 
Here,  when  thou  shalt  write  thine  own, 
Great  the  numbers  born  be  known.       iS7i 


344  SOJVGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Nov.  23."|    Deliver  my  soul  . .  from  men  of  the  world,  whose  portion 
is  in  this  life.    Ps.  xvii.  13,  14. 
He  that  loseth  his  life  for  my  sake  shall  find  it.    Matt.  x.  39. 

LOSING   LIFE   TO   FIND   IT. 

Lose  your  life,  if  you  would  find  it, 

End  its  self -delusive  chase ; 
Break  the  sin-wrought  bars  that  bind  it, 

Rise  from  nature  into  grace. 

Die  to  sin! — th'  immortal  spirit 

Only  thus  begins  to  live. 
Wealth  eternal  they  inherit 

Who  themselves  to  Jesus  give. 

To  the  Lord  make  full  surrender, 
"Walk  by  faith,  and  do  his  will;  . 

Service  for  thy  fellows  tender, 
Giving  shall  thy  cup  o'erfill 

Lost,  but  found — oh,  glad  confession! 

Life  abundant  thrills  the  soul; 
Now  are  all  things  your  possession, 

Heir  of  God  while  ages  roll. 

One  with  Christ,  the  Spirit  in  you, 
Joined  to  all  the  saved  and  blest, 

Heaven  rejoicing  thus  to  win  you 
To  its  love  and  peace  and  rest. 

What  the  selfish  way  forsaken, 
Placed  by  such  a  life  divine? 

Rouse  thee,  soul!  from  death  awaken! 

Let  this  Christly  life  be  thine!  1890 


S0XG8  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  345 

[Nov.  24.]    Her  children  rise  up,  and  call  her  blessed.  PSOT.  xxxi.  28. 

Now  we  sc«-  in  a  mirror,  darkly ;  but  then  face  to  face:  now  I  know 
in  part ;  but  then  shall  I  know  even  as  also  I  have  been  known.  1  Cor. 
xiii.  12. 

MOTHER  IN  HEAVEN. 

Twenty  years  ago  to-day, 

At  Thanksgiving's  morning  ray, 

Mother  passed  from  earth  away. 

Borne  by  angels  through  the  sky 
To  the  City  built  on  high, 
Oh,  what  glories  met  her  eye! 

Mourned  we  all  her  spirit's  flight, 
Yet  she  sang,  in  faith's  clear  light, 
"Heavenly  home,  how  fair  and  bright/' 

Through  the  gate,  her  bliss  complete, 
Loved  ones,  waiting,  there  to  meet — ■ 
Face  of  Jesus,  oh,  how  sweet ! 

"While  the  years  have  sped  on  earth, 
With  their  mingled  grief  and  mirth, 
What  her  life  of  heavenly  birth'? 

Safe  in  glory  twenty  years, 

Free  from  sorrow,  pain,  and  fears, 

Wiped  away  all  earth-born  tears. 

Mother!  in  that  school  divine, 
Where  all  truths  in  clearness  shine, 
Ah,  what  knowledge  now  is  thine! 

Yast  and  wondrous  fields  explored, 
With  their  treasures  round  thee  poured, 
Glorious  things  thy  mind  has  stored. 


346  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

Thou  hast  seen  the  saints  of  old, 
Patriarchs,  j>rophets,   martyrs  bold; 
Listened  as  their  deeds  were  told. 

Thou  hast  talked  with  angels  sweet, 
Trod  with  them  the  golden  street, 
Heard  them  wondrous  things  repeat. 

Once  my  precious  teacher  here, 
Now  could  I  to  thee  come  near, 
Marvels  great  would  greet  my  ear. 

Chiefly  thou  wouldst  speak  to  me 

Of  the  beauty  thou  dost  see 

In  the  Lord  who  ransomed  thee. 

Twenty  years!  how  peaceful  there! 
Free  from  earthly  strife  and  care, 
Every  scene  all  pure  and  fair. 

Thrills  my  heart  at  every  beat, 

In  the  hope,  O  mother  sweet! 

We  sometime  in  Heaven  shall  meet.      1379 


[Nov.  25. J     So  he  giveth  his  beloved  sleep.    Ps.  cxxvii.  2. 

Them  also  that  are  fallen  asleep  in  Jesus  will  God  bring  with  him, 
1  Thkss.  iv.  14. 

AN   EPITAPH. 

Sweet  flower  of  love,  though  faded  here, 
And  o'er  thee  falls  the  sorrowing  tear, 
Faith  sees  thy  charms  in  Heaven  appear. 

The  night  will  end,  the  morning  break, 
The  cherished  dust  shall  then  awake; 
Who  sleep  in  Jesus,  God  will  take.  i865 


80NQ8  FOE   ALL   SEASONS.  347 

[Xov.  20. J     Joy  and  gladness  shall  be  found  therein,  thanksgiving, 

and  the  voice  of  melody.    ISA.  li.  3. 

That  the  grace,  being  multiplied  through  the  many,  may  cause  the 
thanksgiving  to  abound  unto  the  glory  of  God.    2  Cor.  it.  15. 

THANKSGIVING. 

Day  of  blest  anticipation! 

Lo,  it  comes  with  festal  mirth, 
Brings  the  loved  with  gratulation, 

Thankful  for  the  fruits  of  earth; 
Thankful  more,  as  now  returning 
"Where  old  hearth-fires  still  are  burning. 

Children,  long  time  separated, 
To  parental     hearts  are  prest; 

Home-bred  love  has  not  abated, 
Xow  it  glows  with  joyous  zest. 

Praise  to  God,   sincere,  outspoken, 

For  the  life-links  yet  unbroken! 

Praise  to  him,  the  bounteous  Giver, 
For  the  good  that  crowns  the  year; 

For  the  mercies  that  deliver 

Us  from  danger,  want,  and  fear; 

For  the  Gift  in  Gospel  story, 

For  the  grace  that  leads  to  glory. 

Welcome,  day  of  glad  thanksgiving! 

Calm  for  age,  and  bright  for  youth. 
Proving  well  the  worth  of  living 

Earnest  lives  for  God  and  truth: 
Joyful  day  for  household  meeting, 
Feast  of  Home  and  Love's  sweet  greeting.    18S6 


348      SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[NOV.  27.]     Until  I  came,  and  mine  eyes  had  seen  it :  and,  behold,  the 

half  was  not  told  me.    1  Kings  x.  7. 

It  is  not  yet  made  manifest  (it  doth  not  yet  appear  A.  V.)  what  we 
shall  be.    Uohx  iii.  2. 

IT  DOTH   NOT  YET  APPEAR. 

Faith  on  the  word  divine  relies, 
And  holds  each  promise  true; 

Sees  hills  on  heavenly  hills  arise 
Beyond  th'  ethereal  blue; 

Sees  mansions  there  in  splendor  bright, 
Above  all  beauty  here; 

But  Heaven  complete  palls  on  her  sight — 
"It  doth  not  yet  appeal*/' 

Hope  goes  behind  the  mystic  veil, 
And  sees  where  angels  dwell ; 

Where  saints,  departing,  joy  to  hail 
Their  loved,  once  known  so  well ; 

"Where  all  the  saved  behold  their  Lord, 
In  vision  close  and  clear; 

Still  for  Heaven's  fullness  she's  no  word — 
"It  doth  not  yet  appear.'1 

We  fain  would  look  within  the  gates, 

And  see  the  glory  there ; 
Ah,  what  the  ransomed  soul  awaits 

We  mortals  could  not  bear! 
Let  faith  and  hope  and  peerless  love 

Show  us  the  heavenly  sphere; 
There's  more,  far  more,  beyond,  above — 
"It  doth  not  yet  appear."  1390 


SOXGS    FOR    ALL  SEASONS.  349 

[Xov.  28.  J     Mine  house  shall  be  called  an  house  of  prayer  for  all  peo- 
ples.   Isa.  Ivi  7. 
Constrain  them  to  come  in,  that  my  house  may  be  filled.    Luke 

xiv.  23. 

THE  HOUSE   OF   PRAYER. 

Sweet  is  the  house  of  prayer, 

Dear,  hallowed  place; 
Oft  let  me  thence  repair, 

For  heavenly  grace. 
There  Jesus  meets  his  own, 
There  he  makes  his  glory  known, 
While  saints  surround  the  throne, 

And  seek  his  face. 

Lord,  in  this  house  of  prayer, 

Thy  Word  be  taught; 
Here  ransomed  souls  declare 

What  grace  hath  wrought ; 
Here  precious  numbers  meet, 
Sitting  at  the  Saviours  feet, 
While  living  waters  sweet 

To  them  are  brought. 

Blest  be  this  house  of  prayer, 

Lord,  to  thee  given; 
Here  hearts  thy  mercy  share, 

By  sorrow  riven. 
Oh,  bless  thy  people  dear, 
And  to  all  who  gather  here, 
May  this  glad  place  appear 

The  gate  of  heaven. 


350      SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

When  in  the  house  of  prayer, 

We  meet  no  more; 
When  all  our  earthly  care 

Is  ever  o'er; 
As  we  shall  hence  remove 
To  our  Father's  house  above, 
How  blest  to  meet  in  love 

Those  gone  before!  1854 


[Nov.  29.]    Ask  thy  father,  and  he  will  show  thee;  thine  elders,  and 
they  will  tell  thee.    Deut.  xxxii.  7. 
Remember  therefore  how  thou  hast  received.    Rev.  iii.  3. 

STEPS  OF  PROGRESS. 

Our  fathers,  through  persistent  toil, 
Subdued  the  tough,  reluctant  soil: 
Have  we,  on  better  cultured  ground, 
Life's  ladder  climbed  to  loftier  round? 

Have  we  built  up,  with  nicer  art, 

A  grander  temple  of  the  heart? 

Scorn  not  the  steps,  moss-grown  and  gray, 

Nor  scaffoldings  that  fall  away. 

As  well  the  lake,  from  full,  clear  bed, 
Disdain  the  streams  by  which  'tis  fed; 
As  well  the  noontide  glory  scorn 
The  earlier  rays  from  which  'twas  born. 

The  tree,  to  large  proportions  grown, 
Was  nursed  by  fallen  leaves,  its  own ; 
From  its  decay  more  verdure  springs, 
And  richer  fruit  on  each  bough  swings.       i875 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  351 

[Xov.  30. J    I  lay  in  Zion  for  a  foundation  a  stone,  a  tried  stone,  a 
precious  corner  stone  of  sure  foundation.    Isa.  xxviii.  1(5. 
Built  upon  the  foundation  of  the  apostle*  and  prophets,  Christ  Je- 
sus himself  being  the  chief  corner  stone.    Efh.  ii.  :J0. 

THE  CORNER  STONE. 

O  God!  fur  whom,  at  thy  command, 
The  Temple  rose,  so  fair  and  grand, 
Where  thronged  the  tribes  with  gift  and  prayer 
Thy  face  to  seek,  thy  grace  to  share, — 
Our  humbler  work  we  pray  thee  own, 
And  bless  to-day  its  corner-stone. 

To  honor  thee  these  walls  we  raise, 
Thy  great  and  holy  Name  to  praise, 
Thy  Law  maintain,  thy  Gospel  preach, 
And  all  thy  precepts  love  and  teach. 

Our  offerings  take,  our  labors  crown; 

"We  lay  for  thee  this  corner-stone. 

Unless  thou  build  the  house,  dear  Lord, 

"We  toil  in  vain,  without  reward ; 

Deign,  then,  O  Architect  divine ! 

To  consecrate  our  work  as  thine: 
So  lay  we,  'neath  thy  favor  shown, 
In  faith  and  hope,  this  corner-stone. 

O  Spirit  blest!  guide  us  to  rear 
A  home  for  Jesus'  followers  here, 
"Where  oft  the  wandering  sons  of  earth 
Shall  find  the  new  and  heavenly  birth: 
With  thy  indwelling  sought  and  known, 
He  is  our  Life  and  Corner -Stone.         i869 


352       SONGS    FOB    ALL    SEASONS. 

[Dec.  1.]    Who  hath  despised  the  day  of  small  things  ?    Zec.  iv.  10. 

He  that  is  faithful  in  a  very  little  is  faithful  also  in  much.    Luke 
xvi.  10. 

LITTLE    THINGS. 

Faithful  in  least  is  so  in  much, 

The  blessed  Master  said: 
Life's  little  things — it  is  through  such 

Our  history  is  read. 

What  vast  results  a  thought  creates; 

What  wrecks,  a  single  sin! 
On  points  of  time  hang  hopes  and  fates ; 

Battles  we  lose  or  win. 

The  things  of  faith  or  unbelief 

As  trifles  often  seem; 
But  where  they  lead  in  joy  or  grief, 

Surpasses  ken  or  dream. 

They  are  like  ends  of  wires  we  grasp, 

And  right  or  careless  draw; 
Eternal  things  they  reach  and  clasp — 

A  thought  of  solemn  awe. 

Within  the  veil  they  ring  the  bells 

That  give  supreme  delight; 
Or  those  that  sound  unceasing  knells 

O'er  spirits  lost  in  night! 

We  touch,  each  one,  these  wires  to-day, 

In  good  we  do,  or  not: 
Vibrations  felt  so  far  away, 

In  heaven  or  hell,  are — what?  iggi 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  353 

[Dkc.  2.]     He  that  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place  of  the  Most  High  shall 
abide  under  the  shadow  of  the  Almighty.    Ps.  xci.  1. 
My  God  shall  fulfill  every  need  of  yours,  according  to  his  riches  in 

glory  in  Christ  Jesus.    Phil.  iv.  19. 

THE    SECRET   PLACE. 

Grant  me,  O  Lord,  each  day  to  know 
The  blessed  secret  place  of  thine; 
There   shall  thy  love  my  soul  o'erflow, 
My  faith  to  sweet  assurance  grow, 

My  weakness  grasp  a  strength  divine. 

Beneath  thy  shadow  1 11  abide, 

Secure  from  every  threatening  ill ; 
Were  thousands  falling  at  my  side, 
No  harm  should  e'er  myself  betide, 
With  thee  my  gracions  refuge  still. 

I  feel  thy  soft  and  sheltering  wings, 
As  banners  o'er  me  kindly  spread; 
Their  brooding  care  sweet  comfort  brings, 
Their  touch  dispels  all  troublous  things, — 
A  heavenly  peace  around  they  shed. 

Should  mortal  foes  steal  forth  at  night, 

And  poisoned  arrows  fly  by  day, 
Thy  guardian  messengers  of  light 
Will  lead  me  on  toward  vistas  bright, 
And  keep  me  safe  through  all  my  way. 

Thou  dost  regard  my  love  for  thee, 

The  reverence  for  thy  name  I  bear; 
Thou  hast  an  ear  for  every  plea, 
Thy  gifts  through  all  my  life  I  see, 

Thy  full  salvation  I  shall  share.  i890 


354  JSOXGS  FOB  ALL  JSEASOy*. 

[Dec.  3.J     The  Lord  Jehovah  is  my  strength  and  song.    Isa.  xii.  2. 

I  have  fought  the  good  fight,  I  have  finished  the  course,  1  have  kept 
the  faith.    2Tim.  iv.  7. 

THE  VETERAN. 

This  earthly  house  forsaking, 

To  saintly  souls  is  given 
A  house  of  God's  own  making — 

A  blessed  home  in  heaven. 
That  mansion  bright  is  grander 

Than  palaces  of  kings, 
And  there  the  great  Commander 

His  faithful  soldier  brings. 

When  ceased  his  soul's  resisting 

The  Spirit's  gracious  call, 
At  once  for  Christ  enlisting, 

He  gave  his  life  and  all. 
Love  wrought  the  deep  decision, 

And  scattered  doubt  and  fear, 
For  then,  in  heavenly  vision, 

He  saw  his  Saviour  dear. 

The  true,  good  fight  maintaining, 

How  bravely  was  it  fought! 
New  conquests  ever  gaining — 

Souls  to  his  Captain  brought. 
"With  ardor  undiminished, 

Ev'n  hardness  oft  endured, 
The  Christian  course  he  finished, 

Of  help  divine  assured. 

In  gladness  or  temptation, 

Through  every  path  he  trod, 


SOXGS    FOR    ALL    SEASONS.  355 

He  kept  the  faith's  foundation — 
The  blessed  Christ  of  God. 

He  knew  the  truth  from  error, 
By  franchise  of  the  Son; 

And  naught  could  give  him  terror, 
For  Christ  and  he  were  one. 

On  daily  grace  depending, 

Through  all  life's  battle  long, 
When  came  at  last  the  ending, 

'Twas  like  a  triumph-song. 
His  faith  and  course  victorious, 

The  veteran  of  time 
Has  won,  in  warfare  glorious, 

The  peerless  prize  sublime. 

See  now  the  soldier  loyal, 

His  armor  laid  aside 
For  crown  and  garland  royal, 

Just  o'er  the  Jordan  tide. 
The  gates  of  glory  greet  him, 

The  Master  says  "Well  done," 
His  loved  ones  come  to  meet  him, 

And  so  is  heaven  begun.  1878 
*♦+ ■ 

[Dec.  4.]    I  will  be  with  thy  mouth,  and  teach  thee  what  thou  shalt 
speak.    Ex.  iv.  12 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  be  manifested,  ye  shall  receive  the 
crown  of  glory  that  fadeth  not  away.    1  Pet.  v.  4. 

A  LONG  PASTORATE. 

Few  pastors  keep  their  early  flocks  and  places, 
Till  well  their  fields,  successive  harvests  raise, 


356  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

See,  as  the  decades  pass,  the  same  kind  faces, 
Marking  their  souls'  advance  in  Christian  graces, 
And  so,  in  wise  and  long-accustomed  ways, 
Increase  in  strength  and  influence  with  the  days. 

Think  of  the  many  good  and  strong  discourses, 

In  all  these  years,  the  pastor  here  has  preached ; 
What  mental  labor,  and  what  heart  resources, 
What  never-ending  use  of  vital  forces, 

To  do  this  work  up  to  the  point  now  reached, 
With  vigor  still  that  can  not  be  impeached. 

While  toiling  on,  nor  seeking  loud  sensation, 
Content  with  earnest  duty  sought  and  done, 

What  peerless  progress  marks  our  wondrous  nation ; 

In  other  lands  what  change,  transfiguration, 

As  light,  meantime,  has  spread  and  knowledge  run 
O'er  the  wide  earth  wherever  shines  the  sun. 

Their  watchful,  tender  shepherd,  parents  loved  him, 

Through  all  the  years'  vicissitudes  they  share ; 

Children,  to  manhood  growing,  well  have  proved  him, 

Grateful  to-day  that  naught  away  has  mcved  him, 

Who  blest  their  childhood  with  his  love  and  care, 

And  led  their  later  steps  in  hope  and  prayer. 

All  honor  to  the  true  and  faithful  pastor, 

Standing  in  conscious  strength  still  at  his  post, 

His  faith  abounding  in  the  faithful  Master, 

His  influence  deepening,  widening,  growing  vaster, 

As  grows  in  grace  and  power  the  church's  host, 

Made  their  kind  shepherd  by  the  Holy  Ghost. 

1875 


SONGS   FOB    ALL  SEASONS.  357 

[Dec.  5. J    Aaron  and  Hur  stayed  up  his  hands,  the  one  on  the  one 

side,  and  the  other  on  the  other.    Ex.  xvii.  12. 

Esteem  them  exceeding  highly  for  their  work's  sake.    Be  at  peace 
among  yourselves.    1  Thess.  v.  13. 

WHY  THE  PASTORATE  WAS  LONG. 

What  genial,  kind,  considerate,  helpful  deacons — 
To  pastoral  flesh  not  thorns  nor  shoulders  cold, 
Not  crabbed  hindrances,  but  gladsome  beacons, 
Leading  aright,  preventing  all  that  weakens — 
Have  kept  the  peace  in  this  united  fold, 
By  lives  so  gentle  and  by  faith  so  bold ! 

What  loving,  active,  almost  faultless  members 

Must  form  a  covenant  brotherhood  so  wise ; 

No  scheming  ones  to  stir  strife's  smould'ring  embers, 

To  change  the  sunniest  months  to  bleak  Decembers, 

Or  mar  and  break  dear  heart-cementing  ties : 

O  brethren,  sisters,  yours  th'  excelsior  prize ! 

What  hallowed  scenes  have  knit  your  souls'  affection, 

In  the  long  journey  to  the  present  stand, 
While  often  penitents  have  made  selection 
Of  Christ  their  Saviour,  guide,  and  sure  protection, 
Led  through  the  portal  by  the  pastor's  hand, 
And  warmly  welcomed  by  the  churchly  band. 

In  times  of  trial  sore  and  deep  affliction, 

As  sorrows  come  and  death's  dark  shadows  lower, 
These  ties  grew  stronger  as,  with  faith's  conviction, 
The  pastor's  words  have  been  a  benediction, 
A  tried  support  of  sympathetic  power, 
A  solace  sweet  in  every  troubled  hour. 


358      SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

Blest  tie  that  binds  such  hearts,  O  God,  before  thee, 

Pastor  and  flock  in  love's  sweet  sacred  spell : 
Still  may  he  preach  to  them  "the  old,  old  story," 
And  sons  and  daughters  bring  to  Christ  and  glory, 
Till  come  as  must  the  parting  and  farewell, 
In  heaven  to  reunite  and  ever  dwell.  1375 


[Dec.  6.J    Thou  shalt  be  secure,  because  there  is  hope.    Job  xi.  18. 

I  shall  be  ready  always  to  put  you  in  remembrance  ol  these  things, 
though  ye  know  them.    2  Pet.  i.  12. 

HOPE  AND  MEMORY. 

Sweet  Hope  ne'er  fails  a  cheerful  smile  to  wear, 
Her  finger  pointing  to  the  future  fair; 
Her  voice,  as  music  melting  from  the  sky, 
Foretells  a  brighter  day  and  vision  nigh. 

She  cheers  the  toiler  lone  in  task  sublime, 
Bids  him  be  patient  and  abide  his  time : 
The  world  may  pass  by  and  the  haughty  frown, 
His  cross  shall  blossom  to  a  glorious  crown ! 

Enchanting  Memory,  from  her  dear  retreats, 
Regales  the  spirit  with  her  choicest  swreets, 
Brings  the  loved  face  and  friend  of  other  days, 
And  lights  long  faded  kindles  to  a  blaze. 

She  calls,  each  waymark  of  our  life  appears, 
Carved  on  the  mile-stones  of  our  early  years, 
And,  far  scenes  linking  to  the  present  hour, 
Wakes  in  the  soul  a  fresh  aspiring  power.       i$57 


SON08  FOR  ALL  SEASON X.  359 

[Dec.  7.j     Is  my  hand  shortened  at  all,  that  it  cannot  redeem  ?  or  have 
I  no  power  to  deliver?  Behold,  at  my  rebuke  I  dry  up  the  sea.   Is.  1.2. 

The  first  heaven  and  the  first  earth  are  passed  away;  and  the  sea  is 
no  more.    Rev.  xxi.  1. 

THE   SEA  NO   MORE. 

The  sea  no  more — its  storms  are  past, 
Its  raging  winds  and  billows  cease; 

A  sacred  calm  is  reached  at  last, 
A  land  of  light,  a  port  of  peace. 

The  sea  no  more — life's  voyager  true 
No  peril  meets  or  trouble  fears ; 

His  bark  has  found  an  anchorage  new, 
Beyond  alarms,  or  ills,  or  tears. 

The  sea  no  more — no  wrecks  are  strown 
Along  the  blissful  coast  serene; 

Sin's  awful  work  is  there  unknown, 
Its  blighted  forms  are  never  seen. 

The  sea  no  more — no  anxious  thought 
For  those  upon  the  treacherous  deep; 

To  home's  delights  in  safety  brought, 

O'er  sorrowing  scenes  none  e'er  can  weep. 

The  sea  no  more — for  parted  souls 
Each  other  greet  in  holiest  love; 

No  surging  flood  between  them  rolls, 
One  land  is  theirs,  the  realm  above. 

The  sea  no  more — the  Angel's  feet 
Touch  ocean  wave  and  earthy  sod; 

The  saints  ascend,  for  glory  meet, 

And  time  is  lost  in  heaven  and  God.   i89o 


360  SOXGS  FOP,   ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  S.J     Thou  makest  the  outgoings  of  the  morning  and  evening 

to  rejoice.    Ps.  lxv.  8. 

When  it  is  evening,  ye  say,  It  will  be  fair  weather :  for  the  heaven 
is  red.    Matt.  xvi.  2. 

AN  ITALIAN   SUNSET. 

While  I  stand  on  one  of  her  seven  hills. 
Gray  old  Rome  is  under  my  eye, 

And  a  glorious  scene  my  spirit  thrills, 
As  I  gaze  on  the  western  sky. 

There  are  gorgeous  clouds  of  vermilion  hue, 

And  splendors  untold  beside, 
That  rise  and  spread  on  the  arching  blue, 

O'er  the  whole  horizon  wide. 

?Tis  the  setting  sun  in  his  brilliant  dyes, 
And  what  matchless  tints  are  given ! 

They  seem  like  the  light  of  celestial  skies 
O'er  the  jasper  walls  of  heaven. 

How  softly  on  groves  of  cypress  and  pine, 
Domes,  turrets,  and  temples  old, 

The  blending  glories  linger  and  shine, 
And  bathe  St.  Peter's  in  gold. 

Upon  Alban  slope  and  Sabine  crown 

The  purpling  sunbeams  play, 
And  they  drop  on  the  winding  Tiber  down 

Like  gliniinerings  of  upper  day. 

Beyond  this  brief  and  enchanting  sight, 
I  look  toward  the  sky  divine — 

0  City  of  Light,  in  a  splendor  more  bright, 
For  ever  thy  glories  shine !  i86i 


SONGS  FOR  ALL   SEASONS.  361 

[Dec.  9.]     Who  knoweth  whether  thou  art  not  come  to  the  kingdom 

for  such  a  time  as  this?     ESTH.  iv.  14. 

Blessed  are  your  eyes.  . .  Many  prophets  and  righteous  men  desired 
to  see  the  things  which  ye  see,  and  saw  them  not.    Mat.  xiii.  16, 17. 

THE   COMING   CENTURY. 

God  is  writing  out  the  pages 

Of  the  century's  work  and  worth, 
Grandest  volume  of  the  ages 

Since  th'  Apostles  left  the  earth: 
It  records  the  matchless  story 
Of  the  Gospel's  later  glory. 

Lo!  a  brighter  day  is  breaking 

In  the  century  at  hand, 
Jesus  mightier  conquests  making, 
Ev'n  to  earth's  remotest  land: 
All  th'  abodes  of  men  possessing, 
Brings  he  love  and  peace  and  blessing. 

Vet'rans,  weary  burdens  bearing, 
Heralds  of  the  winning  cross, 
Reapers,  gracious  harvests  sharing, 
Oft  in  suffering,  shame,  and  loss, 
Now,  their  fields  to  others  leaving, 
Palms  of  vict'ry  are  receiving. 

Ho!  ye  youthful  servants,  rally 
To  the  century's  bugle  call ; 
Xe'er  with  self-born  motives  dally, 
To  the  Christ  surrender  all; 

Come  in  throngs  at  his  requiring, 
For  his  sake  your  spirits  firing! 


362  SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Glorious  now  is  acting, — being, 

At  the  twentieth  century's  dawn; 
Blessed  eyes  such  wonders  seeing,  m 
God's  great  armies  moving  on! 
Take  with  them  your  loyal  station, 
Earnest  for  the  world's  salvation !         i890 


[Dec.  10.]     Lord,  I  love  the  habitation  of  thy  house,  and  the  place 

where  thy  glory  dwelleth.    Ps.  xxvi.  8. 

Whose  house  are  we,  if  we  hold  fast  our  boldness  and  the  glorying 
of  our  hope  firm  to  the  end.    Heb.  iii.  6. 

A  SANCTUARY   MEMORIAL. 

What  tender  memories,  Lord,  to-day, 
Cluster  within  these  hallowed  walls, 

Where  oft  thy  servants  met  to  pray. 
And  hear  the  Gospel's  trumpet-calls. 

Here  rose  their  grateful  praise  to  Heaven, 
Here  came  the  Spirit  with  the  word; 

Manna  divine  to  saints  was  given, 

And  sinners  found  by  faith  the  Lord. 

In  glory  now  are  precious  throngs, 
Who  saw  the  cross  and  bore  it  here, 

In  scenes  of  trial  sang  their  songs, 
In  rapt  communion  dropt  a  tear. 

Children  of  this  dear  mother's  name, 
If  clinging  round  the  sacred  place, 

Or  distant  fields  their  service  claim, 
O  Father,  bless  with  richest  grace. 


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Farewell,  sweet  spot  beloved,  farewell! 

Thy  name  shall  hallow  still  our  home : 
Go  with  us,  Saviour,  with  us  dwell, 

And  brighter  yet  make  years  to  come.    i865 


[Dkc.  11.]    Until  the  spirit  be  poured  out  upon  us  from  on  high.    Is  a. 
xxxii.  15. 

He  abideth  with  you,  and  shall  be  in  you.    John  xiv.  17. 
PRAYER  FOR  THE   SPIRIT, 

Holy  Spirit  from  above, 
Gift  and  pledge  of  Jesus'  love, 
To  this  weary  soul  of  mine 
Come  with  rest  and  life  divine. 

Blessed  Comforter,  abide 
In  my  heart,  its  perfect  guide; 
Let  me  thy  sweet  counsel  hear, 
Make  the  path  of  duty  clear. 

Strength  impart  for  every  day, 
Keep  me  faithful  in  the  way, 
Bid  each  doubt  and  murmur  cease, 
Fill  me  with  thy  light  and  peace. 

Now  in  Zion's  anxious  hour, 
Come  with  Pentecostal  power; 
Showers  of  blessing  widely  give, 
Cause  the  dead  in  sin  to  live. 

More  and  more  of  Christ  reveal, 

Fully  my  redemption  seal; 

Glorify  my  Lord  in  me, 

Till  his  glory  I  shall  see.  1875 


364  JSOXGS  FOE  ALL  SEASOXS. 

[Dec.  12.]     He  bringeth  them  out  of  their  distresses.  He  maketh  the 
storm  a  calm.    Ps.  cvii.  26,  "-"J. 

In  perplexity  for  the  roaring  of  the  sea  and  the  billows.  Luke  xxi. 
25. 

OCEAN    PERILS. 

Storm  and  tempest  on  the  deep! 
Wild  and  high  the  billows  leap; 
AYhen  shall  they  in  calmness  sleep? 

Floats  a  new  and  noble  wreck, 
Mid  the  waves  a  trembling  speck — 
Who  the  fearful  gale  shall  check? 

Hundreds  crowded,  clinging  there, 
Lift  to  Heaven  their  earnest  prayer, 
Or  wait  death  in  dread  despair. 

Slowly  roll  the  hours  away, 
Ocean  rages  through  the  day, 
Nor  doth  night  its  terror  stay. 

Suddenly  a  mountain  surge 
Many  sweeps  from  mortal  verge — 
Passing,  wails  their  solemn  dirge. 

"Who  shall  calm  surviving  grief? 
Whence  shall  come  implored  relief? 
Life  is  loved  but  seems  how  brief ! 

Yonder,  see! — a  passing  sail! 
Signal,  trumpet,  gun,  all  hail! 
Surely  now  shall  hope  prevail! 

Rescued  from  a  yawning  tomb, 
Saved  from  shipwreck's  awful  doom, 
Oh,  what  joy  succeedeth  gloom!  1854 


JSOXGS   FOB    ALL  SEASONS.  365 

[Dec.  13. J    Thou  wilt  keep  him  in  perfect  peace,  whose  mind  is  stayed 
on  thee  :  because  he  trusteth  in  thee.    ISA.  xxvi.  3. 
The  peace  of  God,  which  passeth  all  understanding,  shall  guard  your 

hearts  and  your  thoughts  in  Christ  Jesus.    Phil.  iv.  7. 

THE  PEACE  OF   GOD. 

Above  the  clouds  the  sky  is  clear, 
The  soothing  sunlight  fills  the  air ; 

No  storms  invade  that  upper  sphere, 
All  is  serene  and  tranquil  there. 

Such  is  the  peace  of  God  that  keeps 
Believing  hearts  in  holy  calm; 

A  blessed  radiance  o'er  them  sweeps, 
And  Jesus'  love  brings  heavenly  balm. 

How  shall  this  peace  our  spirits  guard — 
This  treasure  passing  all  our  thought? 

To  trusting  souls  it  is  not  hard; 

From  God's  dear  heart  the  boon  is  brought. 

Sincere  requests  to  him  be  sent, 

In  supplication's  earnest  tone; 
Sure  will  a  gracious  ear  be  lent, — 

Confiding  souls  he  loves  to  own. 

Hearts  overflowed  with  thankfulness, 
Mid  cares  and  sorrows  all  must  meet, 

Fail  not  to  find,  though  in  distress, 

That  peace  so  restful,  large,  and  sweet. 

Who  anxious  care  shall  lay  aside, 
All  burdens  to  the  Lord  resign, 

Shall  in  this  blessed  peace  abide, 

And  it  will  be  their  guard  divine.         1890 


366  SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  14.]     They  shall  be  mine,  saith  the  Lord  of  hosts  . .  even  a  pe- 
culiar treasure.    MAL.  iii.  17. 
Beloved  in  God  the  Father,  and  kept  for  Jesus  Christ.    Jude  1. 

KEPT   FOR  JESUS. 

Kept  for  Jesus!    for  the  glory, 

At  the  last  to  be  revealed; 
Safely  led  through  every  danger, 

For  the  heavenly  kingdom  sealed; 
Brought  to  light  from  sin  and  darkness, 

By  the  Spirit's  power  divine; 
Loved  in  God  and  kept  for  Jesus — 

Rich  and  blessed  portion  mine! 

Kept  for  Jesus!    Let  me  never 

Such  a  wondrous  truth  forget; 
Let  it  bind  me  to  him  closely, 

Till  my  earthly  sun  shall  set; 
Let  it  mould  me  to  his  image, 

Charm  me  with  his  precious  love, 
Make  me  joyful  in  his  service 

Till  I  see  his  face  above. 

Kept  for  Jesus!    Oh,  the  rapture 

That  inspires  my  grateful  soul, 
"When  I  fain  would  grasp  its  meaning 

"While  eternal  ages  roll! — 
I  so  sinful  and  unworthy, 

Saved  by  him  and  sanctified, 
Loved  and  called  and  kindly  chosen 

For  some  blessing  at  his  side! 


BONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  367 

Kept  for  Jesus!    Oh,  my  Saviour, 

Crucified  that  I  might  live  ! 
When  I  think  how  thou  hast  loved  me, 

In  return  what  can  I  give? 
Were  it  all  I  have  or  hope  for, 

More  a  thousand  times  thy  due: 
Loved  in  God  and  kept  for  Jesus, — 

How  it  thrills  my  spirit  through !  i890 


[Dec.  15. J     Remember  all  the  way  which  the  Lord  thy  God  hath  led 
thee  these  fortv  years.    DEUT.  viii.  2. 
Our  brother  and  God's  minister  in  the  gospel  of  Christ.  lThes.iii.2. 

MINISTERIAL   REVIEW. 

AVhat  hallowed  memories,  Lord,  are  here, 
Since  souls  were  first  thy  servant's  charge ; 

Thou  hast  sustained  him  year  by  year, 
Made  field  and  toil  and  fruit  enlarge. 

Sorrow  and  joy  have  mingled  oft — 
The  lot  of  workmen  brave  and  true — 

Through  grace  they  bear  the  heart  aloft, 
And  heavenly  hope  and  peace  renew. 

Blest  is  the  work  divinely  given, — 
The  word  to  preach,  the  flock  to  feed, 

To  soothe  the  hearts  by  anguish  riven, 
And  sinners  to  the  Saviour  lead. 

Still,  as  the  years  shall  come  and  go, 
May  each  one  beam  with  light  and  love, 

Harvests  of  souls  thy  servant  know 

For  Christ  and  crowns  that  wait  above.   i887 


368      SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  16. J     This  is  the  day  which  the  Lord  hath  made;  we  will  re- 
joice and  be  glad  in  it.    Fs.  cxviii.  24. 

The  first  day  of  the  week,  when  we  were  gathered  together.    Acts 
xx.  7. 

THE  LORDS  DAY. 

Blest,  Lord,  thy  sacred  day, 
From  morning's  welcome  ray 

Till  evening  ends. 
Soft  on  the  world  around, 
Richly  where  saints  are  found, 
Gathered  on  holy  ground, 

Thy  peace  descends. 

Within  thy  courts  how  sweet 
To  join  in  worship  meet, 

Thy  praise  to  sing. 
In  prayer  we  come  to  thee. 
Upward  our  spirits  flee, 
"We  seem  thy  face  to  see, 

O  Saviour  King! 

In  gospel  truth  is  given 
The  blessed  bread  of  heaven, 

On  which  we  feed: 
With  this  our  souls  grow  strong, 
To  master  sin  and  wrong, 
And  follow  close  along 

Where  thou  shalt  lead. 

So  let  each  day  of  rest 
Deepen  our  earnest  quest 

Of  things  divine, 
That  with  us  they  shall  stay, 


SONGS    FOB    ALL  SEASONS.  369 

To  us  their  wealth  display, 
And  daily  make  our  way 

With  beauty  shine.  i8go 
«♦> 

[Dec.  17. J    This  is  none  other  but  the  house  of  God,  and  this  is  the 
gate  of  heaven.    Gen.  xxviii.  17. 
Enter  ye  in  by  the  narrow  gate.    Matt.  vii.  13. 

HOUSE  AND   GATE. 

Glorious  is  the  heavenly  mansion, 

Where  the  hosts  blood-washed  and  white 

Praise,  through  all  its  vast  expansion, 
Christ  the  Lamb  enthroned  in  light. 

Ours  on  earth  the  humbler  dwelling, 
Yet  the  house  of  God  and  dear: 

Echoes  of  their  anthems  swelling 
Linger  in  our  worship  here. 

"While  we  keep  the  paths  of  duty, 
Foretaste  of  our  rest  is  given; 

Jesus  makes  these  walls  of  beauty 
As  the  shining  gate  of  heaven. 

Here,  O  Father,  Saviour,  Spirit, 

Meet  the  saints,  thy  grace  bestow; 

Sinners,  through  atoning  merit, 

Bring  thy  love  and  peace  to  know. 

When  the  earthly  house  vacating, 
For  the  nobler  mansion  given, — 

To  the  crowns  of  glory  waiting, 

Lead  us  through  the  gate  of  heaven.     i865 


370       SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  18. J     I  am  like  a  green  fir  tree;  from  me  is  thy  fruit  found. — 
Hos.  xiv.  8. 
But  Clirist  is  all,  and  in  all.    Col.  iii.  11. 

THE   LORD   LIKE    A   FIR   TREE. 

Fair  symbol  divine,  from  time's  earliest  bound, 
The  fir  in  all  epochs  and  ages  is  found; 
Like  Jehovah  himself  always  near  to  his  own, — 
The  Lamb  for  them  slain  before  Eden  was  known. 

Unchanging  its  foliage,  unfading  its  green, 
Through  summer  and  winter  the  fir  tree  is  seen : 
Enduring,  immortal,  God's  mercy  will  prove, 
And  naught  can  his  care  and  his  kindness  remove. 

A  choice  tree  is  the  fir*— trace  its  beautiful  form, 
From  valley  to  summit,  ev'n  piercing  the  storm : 
Our  Lord  hath  ascended  to  glory  above. 
The  Head  of  his  chosen,  a  kingdom  of  love. 

It  thrives  in  all  countries  and  climates  and  zones ; 
So  the  great  Sacrifice  for  the  wide  world  atones : 
Give  the  tree  of  the  cross  in  all  nations  a  place, 
Till  God  thro'  his  Son  shall  bring  home  a  lost  race. 

Tall,  stately,  balm-bearing,  its  lower  boughs  swing 
Where  children  for  shelter  may  gather  and  cling ; 
So  Jesus  comes  down  from  his  heavenly  height, 
To  welcome  the  young  to  his  arms  with  delight. 

The  temple's  high  rafters  of  fir  wood  were  wrought. 
And  its  cherubim  portal  where  entrance  was  sought; 
Our  Lord  is  the  door  where  salvation  is  given, 
And  his  love  is  the  glorious  roof -tree  of  heaven.  i890 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  371 

[Dec.  19]    I  have  caused  thee  to  see  it  with  thine  eyes.    Deut.— 

xxxiv.  4. 

Lift  up  your  eyes  and  look  on  the  fields,  that  they  are  white.    John 
iv.  35. 

THE    OUTLOOK. 

Through  the  deep  primeval  forest 

Lies  a  pathway  straight  and  long; 
On  it  falls  the  struggling  sunlight, 

Round  it  hums  a  summer  song: 
Sounds  of  birdlings  in  the  tree-tops, 

Faintest  rustling  of  the  leaves, 
And  that  nameless  lonely  murmur 

Every  listening  ear  perceives. 

On  the  farthest  woodland  border, 

Through  the  opening  like  a  door, 
Lo!  a  scene  of  wondrous  beauty 

Stretching  far  the  landscape  o'er: 
Waving  grain  along  the  hillsides, 

Ripening  in  the  friendly  sun; 
Velvet  meadows  in  the  valleys, 

Where  the  crystal  streamlets  run. 

Graze  the  herds  in  greenest  pastures, 

Flocks  along  the  hedgerows  feed; 
Cowbells  tinkle  in  the  distance, 

Where  the  visual  lines  recede; 
Joyous  farmers  till  the  cornfields, 

Thrifty  orchards  greet  the  breeze ; 
Cosey  homes  adorn  the  roadways, 

Graced  by  flowers  and  sheltering  trees.  i878 


372  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  20.]     The  streets  of  the  city  shall  be  full  of  boys  and  girls  play. 

ing  in  the  streets  thereof.    ZECH.  viii.  5. 

As  thou,  Father,  art  in  me,  and  I  in  thee,  that  they  also  may  be  in 
us.    John  xvii.  21. 

THE    VISIONo 

Children  playing  in  the  sunshine, 

Ring  their  merry  laugh  and  shout; 
Happy  hearts  within  each  chvelling, 

Peace  and  plenty  smile  without; 
Joys  that  spring  from  highest  culture, 

Hope  in  purest  worship  found, — 
Blessings  sought  through  all  the  ages, 

Here  at  last  for  all  abound. 

Hearts  and  hands  by  love  united, 

Each  the  other's  burden  bears; 
Brothers  by  the  law  of  kindness, 

Each  another's  sorrow  shares; 
Every  tender  tie  regarded, 

Every  right  and  trust  secure; 
All  the  varying  human  currents 

Flow  serene  and  sweet  and  pure. 

Woman  holds  her  queenly  station, 

Peer  of  man  in  sphere  her  own, 
As  in  Eden's  earliest  glory 

By  his  side  her  radiance  shone. 
Walking  thus  in  blended  wisdom, 

Light  and  truth  divinely  given, 
Beauty  crowns  her  glorious  scepter, 

Wide  as  earth  and  sweet  as  heaven.     1578 


SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  373 

[Dfx.  21.]    All  nations  whom  thou  hast  made  shall  come  and  wor- 
ship before  thee,  O  Lord.    Ps.  lxxxvi.  <). 

We  look  for  new  heavens  and  a  new  earth,  wherein  dwelleth  right- 
eousness.   2  Pet.  iii.  13. 

THE   CONSUMMATION. 

We  are  in  the  forest  journey, 

Passing  toward  the  open  door, 
Catching  bright  alluring  glimpses 

Of  the  fields  that  lie  before. 
Hear  the  march  of  rising  peoples, 

Sounding  like  the  restless  sea! 
Hail  the  song  of  conquering  toilers! 

Hail  the  dawning  jubilee! 

Darkness  hides  beyond  the  mountains, 

Sunshine  brightens  in  the  vales; 
Discord  changes  into  music, 

Every  tone  the  ear  regales: 
Ills  that  trooped  through  all  the  ages 

Vanish  from  the  paths  of  men; 
Sorrow  flies  from  coming  gladness, 

Eden  visits  us  again! 

Oh,  the  beauty  and  the  blooming! 

Skies  have  dropt  their  glory  down ; 
Robed  anew  in  righteous  splendor, 

Earth  receives  from  heaven  her  crown ! 
Oh,  the  countless  soul-procession 

Marching  to  the  Gates  of  Day, 
While  Messiah's  glorious  kingdom 

Holds  its  thousand  years  of  sway !       !§?§ 


374  SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  22.]    This  is  the  Lord ;  we  have  waited  for  him,  we  will  be  glad 

and  rejoice  in  l^s  salvation.    ISA.  xxv.  9. 

Be  ye  also  patient ;  stablish  your  hearts  :  for  the  coming  of  the  Lord 
is  at  hand.    Jas.  v.  8. 

THE  EXPECTATION. 

2Eon  of  the  world's  redemption, 

Boon  to  mortals  promised  long, 
Still  we  wait  thy  coronation, 

Wait  to  sing  thy  victor  song! 
Wait  in  toil — our  Lord  is  waiting — 

Wait  in  patience  for  the  prize; 
Wait  in  faith  and  supplication, 

Wait  in  love  and  sacrifice. 

Patriarchs  waited  on  the  border, 

Where  the  landscape  stretched  away; 
Prophets  waited  at  the  portal 

Of  the  joyous  Advent  Day; 
Rapt  Apostles  saw  the  glory 

Of  the  risen,  reigning  Lord; 
Toiling,  waiting  for  its  fullness, 

Went  in  faith  to  their  reward. 

Martyrs  of  the  spreading  kingdom 

Waited  for  its  regal  power; 
Gave  their  lives  and  labors,  hoping 

For  the  promised  noontide  hour. 
Through  the  centuries  waiting,  praying, 

Christ's  true  church  the  faith  has  kept  s 
Saints  all  looking  for  its  triumph, 

As  in  peace  and  hope  they  slept. 


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So  they  waited,  toiled,  and  trusted; 

So  wait  we  in  faith  to-day, 
Thrilled  by  sweet  and  true  illusions, 

Gaining  treasures  that  delay. 
Faithful  souls  are  more  than  conquerors, 

All  things  theirs  the  ages  down; 
Having  wrought  to  bring  the  glory, 

Each  shall  wear  his  starry  crown.       i878 

[Dec.  23. J     Praise  him  with  stringed  instruments  and  the  pipe.    Ps. 
cl.  4. 

Give  praise  to  our  God,  all  ye  his  servants,  ye  that  fear  him,  the 
small  and  the  great.    Rev.  xix.  5. 

THE  NEW  ORGAN. 

Greet  worshipers  gathered  within  the  church  portal, 
Give  joy  to  their  hearts,  inspiration  and  strength ; 

Remind  them  of  music  and  worship  immortal, 
Aid  them  to  be  faithful  and  share  them  at  length. 

Bring  gladness  to  spirits  depressed  and  in  sorrow, 
Bring  calm  to  the  restless  in  trouble  and  night ; 

Strike  sweetly  the  strains  of  a  blessed  to-morrow, 
As  faith  giveth  courage  and  hope  reveals  light. 

Call  in  the  neglectful  by  music's  attractions, 

Where  truth  and  devotion  find  way  to  the  heart, 

Relief  be  secured  from  sin's  direful  exactions, 
Salvation  spring  up  with  the  well-chosen  part. 

Oh,  voice  of  the  organ !  let  Calvary's  story, 
As  years  roll  away,  to  vast  thousands  be  given ; 

The  worshipers  cheer  as  to  God  they  sing  glory, 
Akin  to  the  songs  of  the  ransomed  in  heaven.  i867 


376      SONGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec  24.]    His  name  shall  be  called  Wonderful,  Counselor,  Mighty 
God,  Everlasting  Father,  Prince  of  Peace.    ISA.  ix.  6. 
There  is  born  to  you  this  day  in  the  city  of  David  a  Savioirr,  which 

is  Christ  the  Lord.    Luke  ii.  11. 

THE   BETHLEHEM   SONG. 

No  song  was  ever  heard, 

No  gladsome  voice  or  word, 
Since  broke  o'er  earth  the  blest  primeval  morn, 

Like  the  celestial  sound 

That  swept  the  air  around 
O'er  Bethlehem  the  night  that  Christ  was  born. 

Half -dreaming  by  the  rocks, 

The  shepherds  watched  their  flocks, 

But  woke,  in  wonder  rapt,  the  song  to  hear, 
As  through  the  sky-roof  riven, 
The  angel  flashed  from  heaven, 

A  messenger  of  mingled  awe  and  fear. 

Fear  not,  the  angel  said, 

But  joyful  be  instead ; 
Tidings  of  gladness  and  delight  I  bring : 

And  not  alone  for  you 

This  revelation  new, — 
O'er  the  whole  earth  the  rapturous  joy  shall  ring! 

This  night  in  swathing  folds 

The  humble  manger  holds 
The  Lord,  Messiah,  Saviour,  born  for  you. 

As  thither  ye  repair 

To  David's  city  fair, 
That  wondrous  sign  shall  meet  your  eager  view. 


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Then  round  the  angel  bright 

A  host  in  heavenly  light 
Confirmed  the  truth  in  notes  of  highest  praise. 

Glory  to  God !  they  sang, 

Peace  and  good  will  they  rang, 
In  chorus  grander  than  all  earth-born  lays ! 

The  Lord  had  come  to  men ; 

The  Lord  will  come  again; 
Is  coming  now  in  blest  salvation's  car. 

Dark  lands!  the  joy  receive, 

Sad  souls !  your  burdens  leave, 
Transfigured  by  the  glorious  Bethlehem  Star !  i877 
«♦* 

[Dec.  25. J     Unto  us  a  child  is  born,  unto  us  a  son  is  given  :  and  the 
government  shall  be  upon  his  shoulder.    Isa.  ix.  0. 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  and  on  earth  peace  among  men  in  whom 

he  is  well  pleased.    Like  ii.  14. 

HYMN   OF   THE   NATIVITY. 

Never,  in  all  the  ages  long, 

Came  such  a  time  as  Bethlehem  knew 
"When  shepherds  heard  the  angel  song 
O'er  Jesus  born,  the  Saviour  true! 

No  boon  like  that,  while  earth  shall  live, 
Can  God  again  to  mortals  give. 
Ring  out,  sweet  bells! 

In  joyful  chime, 
Your  music  tells 
Of  love  sublime! 
Glory  to  God!  in  highest  strain; 
Peace  on  the  earth,  good  will  to  men. 


378      SOXGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

Oh,  precious  Gift !  Oh,  gracious  Giver ! 
Bright  Bethlehem  Star,  shine  on  forever ! 

Join  every  heart  and  every  voice, 

To  praise  the  blessed  Saviour's  name; 
With  heavenly  hosts  adore,  rejoice, 
As  when  at  first  the  tidings  came. 
His  only  Son  the  Father  gave: 
He  left  the  throne  our  souls  to  save. 
Ring  out,  glad  bells! 

These  new-born  sounds; 
Your  music  tells 

How  grace  abounds. 
Glory  to  God!  good  will  to  men! 
O  Prince  of  Peace,  we  hail  thy  reign! 
We  swell  the  song  that  ceases  never 
Of  praise  to  Christ  the  Lord  forever! 

Oh,  human  souls  in  all  the  earth, 

Awake,  and  hear  the  angels'  song! 
Receive  the  Christ;  your  heavenly  birth 
Shall  still  celestial  tones  prolong. 

How  sweet  the  strains  with  joy  imbued 
O'er  hearts  repentant  and  renewed! 
Ring  out,  joy  bells! 

Afar  and  near, 
Your  music  tells 
The  Lord  is  here! 
Glory  to  God!  who  gave  his  Son! 
Hail  his  redeeming  work  begun! 
O  Saviour  King,  all  lands  deliver! 
Glad  angel  song,  flow  on  forever!  i887 


80NQ8  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  379 

[Dec.  26.J    O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  excellent  is  thy  name  in  all  the 
earth!    Ps.viii.  1. 
The  name  which  is  above  every  name.    Phil.  ii.  9. 

THE   LORDS   NAME. 

O  Lord!  how  every  work  of  thine, 
From  lofty  mount  to  lowly  flower, 

Proclaims  the  blessed  Name  divine, 

Replete  with  matchless  love  and  power. 

The  sons  of  men,  where  thou  art  known, 
Eise  from  their  sad  and  sinful  state: 

In  souls  transformed  thy  grace  is  shown ; 
Thy  gentleness  doth  make  them  great. 

From  thy  dear  name  our  blessings  flow — 
The  heart  and  life  and  home  made  pure ; 

The  land  we  love,  the  good  we  know, 
All  treasures  joyous,  true,  and  sure. 

Dark  are  the  souls  and  dark  the  lands, 
Where  minds  debased  know  not  thy  name ; 

Slaves  of  their  sins,  in  Satan's  bands, — 
Xo  worship  pure,  no  heavenly  aim. 

The  rising  sun  bids  night  take  wing, 
So  darkness  flies  where  thou  art  named ; 

As  beauty  clothes  the  world  in  spring, 
Thy  name  gives  life  where'er  proclaimed. 

0  Lord,  our  Lord!  the  name  we  love 

Be  excellent  in  all  the  earth, 
Till  every  tribe  and  soul  shall  prove 

Its  gracious  power  and  glorious  worth !  i890 


380      SOXGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  27.1     The  day  of  the  Lord  is  great  and  very  terrible;  and  who 
can  abide  it?    Joel  ii.  11. 
Thy  wrath  came,  and  the  time  of  the  dead  to  be  judged.  REv.xi.  18. 

DIES  IR/E-TRANSLATED. 

Day  of  wrath  and  woe  abounding! 
Earth  dissolves  in  flames  surrounding, 
Seer  and  Psalmist's  words  expounding. 

Midst  dismay  and  fear  attendant, 
Comes  the  Judge  in  power  transcendent, 
Searching  all  with  glance  resplendent. 

Peals  the  trumpet's  blast  appalling, 
Rending  tombs  the  dead  enthralling, 
To  the  throne  their  myriads  calhng. 

Death  and  Nature  wracked  in  sunder 
See  them  wake  and  rise  with  wonder, 
At  the  Judge's  voice  of  thunder. 

Opened  are  the  solemn  pages, 
Where  are  writ  the  deeds  of  ages, 
"Whence  the  world  await  their  wages. 

Throned  in  light  the  Judge  is  seated, 
Brings  to  view  all  things  secreted, 
Naught  exempts  from  vengeance  meted. 

Wretched,  what  have  I  commending? 
Who  the  daysman  me  defending, 
When  the  just  fears  wrath  impending? 

Sovereign  of  majestic  splendor, 
Of  free  grace  the  loving  Sender, 
Save  me,  Source  of  mercy  tender! 


SONGS  FOR  ALL  SEASONS.  381 

Jesus!    think  how  my  position 
Caused  the  anguish  of  thy  mission; 
Nor,  then,  leave  me  to  perdition. 

Weary,  worn,  my  soul  thou  soughtest, 
By  thy  death  its  ransom  boughtest; 
Perish  not  the  boon  thou  broughtest! 

Just,  O  Judge,  my  condemnation; 
Yet,  forgiving,  grant  salvation, 
Ere  the  day  that  ends  probation. 

Naught  of  all  my  guilt  denying; 
Shame  my  face  with  crimson  dyeing; 
Spare  me,  Lord,  for  pardon  crying! 

Thou  didst  Mary  give  thy  blessing; 
Didst  receive  the  thief  confessing: 
Hope  from  thee  am  I  possessing. 

Since  my  prayers  will  not  avail  me, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  me, 
Nor  the  quenchless  flames  assail  me. 

Keep  me  with  thy  sheep  abiding, 
From  the  goats  my  lot  dividing, 
At  thy  right  my  place  deciding. 

"When  the  scorners  wail  in  sorrow, 
Nor  from  woe  relief  can  borrow, 
Pledge  me  heaven's  eternal  morrow. 

Still  before  thee  low  I  bend  me; 
Balm  for  broken  spirits  send  me; 
Let  thy  care,  at  last,  attend  me. 


382      SOKGS  FOB  ALL  SEASONS. 

When,  that  tearful  day  appearing, 
Man  shall  rise,  the  judgment  fearing, 
And  a  culprit  stand  before  thee, 
Saviour,  spare  him,  I  implore  thee!         i890 
«♦> 

[Dec.  28.1    And  God  said,  Let  us  make  man  in  our  image,  after  our 

likeness.    Gen.  i.  26. 

The  name  of  the  Father  and  of  the  Son  and  of  the  Holy  Spirit.— 
Matt,  xxviii.  19. 

THE   TRINITY. 

Father!   thy  majesty- 
Fills  heaven  and  earth  and  sea ; 

God  evermore; 
From  ages  past  the  same, 
Thy  love  a  ceaseless  flame; 
Thy  great  and  holy  name 

Our  souls  adore. 

Jesus,  enthroned  above, 
Son  of  the  Father's  love, 

Our  Lord  divine, 
Who  didst,  the  world  to  save, 
Dire  crucifixion  brave, 
And  conquer  death  and  grave, 

Our  hearts  are  thine. 

Eternal  Spirit  blest, 

The  new  heart's  purest  guest, 

And  perfect  guide; 
Ever  our  life  and  light, 
Grant  us  to  know  thy  might, 


SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS.  383 

Dispel  all  lingering  night, 
"With  us  abide. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit — One, 

Be  glory  given: 
Honor  to  him  belongs, 
Crown  him  in  loftiest  songs, 
Praise  him,  ye  ransomed  throngs 

Of  earth  and  heaven !  1891 


[Dec.  29. J    A  name  and  a  praise  among  all.    Zeph.  iii.  20. 
The  friends  salute  thee.    Salute  the  friends  by  name.    3  John  14. 

THE  NAMES  OF  FRIENDS. 

"We  love  our  friends,  our  early  friends, 

And  those  of  later  days: 
How  frequent  fancy  for  them  sends, 
Or  joyously  their  steps  attends, 

And  notes  their  varying  ways; 
How  often  thought  with  memory  blends 

And  brings  them  to  our  gaze! 

What's  in  a  name?  A  dear  friend's  name 
Has  much  we  love  and  prize: 

While  changes  mark  e'en  earth's  great  frame, 

The  silent  autograph's  the  same, 
A  pleasure  to  our  eyes; 

The  bond  of  friendship  is  its  claim, — 

It  holds  what  sacred  ties!  1865 


384      SONGS  FOE  ALL  SEASONS. 

[Dec.  30.]    The  Lord's  portion  is  his  people.    Deut.  xxxii.  9. 
Beloved,  now  are  we  children  of  God.    1  John  iii.  2. 

FAITH   AND    TRUST. 

Now  am  I  a  child  of  God, 
Spirit -born  from  life  above, 

Bought  by  Jesus'  precious  blood, 
Closed  in  arms  of  endless  love. 

Oh,  this  wondrous  truth  divine! 

Blessed  peace  and  joy  it  brings; 
Grace  and  glory  through  it  shine, — 

Mounts  my  soul  on  heavenly  wings. 

Saved  by  grace  thou  didst  impart, 
Lord,  my  all  belongs  to  thee; 

Ah,  the  bliss  that  fills  my  heart 
Since  I  knew  thy  love  for  me! 

Earth  and  sky,  all  nature  fair, 

Birds  and  flowers,  dear  friends  of  mine 

Brighter,  lovelier  beauties  wear, 
Now^  my  will  is  lost  in  thine. 

Oh,  to  trust  thy  love  how  sweet, 

"Walk  with  thee  through  all  the  days, 

Learn  faith's  lessons  at  thy  feet, 
Joy  alike  in  work  or  praise. 

Jesus!  ne'er  thy  love  shall  change, 
Nor  thy  glory  full  be  known; 

But  my  soul  shall  share  their  range, 
For  thy  life  infolds  my  own.  i89i 


SONGS   FOB   ALL  SEASONS.  385 

[Dec.  31.]  Better  is  the  end  of  a  thing  than  the  beginning.  ECL.viii.8. 
What  is  your  life?  . .  that  appeareth  for  a  little  time.    Jas.  iv.  14. 

CLOSE  OF  THE  YEAR. 

Like  a  swiftly  rushing  river, 

Boiling  grandly,  pausing  never, 

Time  is  sweeping  onward  ever. 
Life,  on  its  unresting  surges, 
Toward  the  mystic  portal  verges. 

For  a  laggard  ne'er  it  tarries; 
Past  and  future  as  it  marries, 
All  our  deeds  and  hopes  it  carries. 
One  more  year  of  history  ending, 
What  its  record  forward  sending? 

Good  achieved  and  ill  rejected, 
Wealth  of  soul  and  life  collected, 
Higher  hope  and  worth  expected, 

Earth  from  heaven  receiving  treasures, 
Heaven  from  earth  augmented  pleasures? 

When  our  souls  shall  be  demanded, 
May  we  not  go  empty  handed, 
But  with  precious  sheaves  be  landed 
Where,  all  seasons  bright  and  vernal, 
Years  and  lives  shall  be  eternal.  i8?6 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  whom, 

Almighty,  we  adore; 
Who  is,  and  was,  and  is  to  come, 

Our  God  for  evermore.  i89i 


APPENDIX. 


TO  MY  WIFE. 

Deakest  of  all  on  earth,  my  love,  that  golden  day  wert  thou — 
That  bridal  day  so  beautiful — but  thou  art  dearer  now  ; 
Departing  years  have  shown  thy  worth  and  tested  well  thy  love,, 
And  I  in  thee  a  treasure  have  my  highest  thought  above. 

Sweet  kindred  soul,  my  own  fond  wife ! — 

A  world  of  bliss  mid  earthly  strife — 
I  bless  thee,  kindest  Heaven,  for  this,  the  choicest  boon  of  life. 

The  glow  of  thy  affection  pure,  the  beauty  of  thy  mind, 
Have  round  me  cast  their  golden  links  my  willing  heart  to  bind, 
Have  shed  upon  my  path  their  rays  so  sweet,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
And  changed  a  lonely  somber  world  to  one  of  cheerful  light. 

Of  earth  thou  art  my  Eden  fair, 

Awaking  joy  and  soothing  care, 
The  smiling  angel  of  my  heart  in  thought  and  wish  and  prayer. 

My  dearest !  when  I  saw  thee  first,  and  met  thee  as  a  friend, 
And  only  in  acquaintanceship  our  hearts  began  to  blend, 
Strange  rapture  swept  my  youthful  soul  and  woke  the  tender 

flame  ; 
Unconsciously,  at  every  shrine,  I  breathed  thy  tuneful  name ; 

And  day  by  day,  before  my  eye, 

Came,  like  a  seraph  from  the  sky, 
Thy  lovely  image,  darling  one,  and  in  my  dreams  't  was  nigh. 

How  oft,  with  light  and  joyful  step,  in  flowery  paths  we  trod; 

Oft,  Hsteningtothe  Sabbath-bell,  we  sought  the  house  of  God; 

And  many  a  blissful  hour  flew  by  when  sitting  at  thy  side, 

But  happiest  was  the  moment  when  I  took  thee  as  my  bride ; 
Oh,  then,  my  Beautiful,  were  given 
Our  pledge  to  each,  our  vows  to  Heaven; 

And  naught  hath  yet,  these  lustrous  years,  our  deep  affection 
riven. 


388  APPENDIX. 

In  mutual  hope  and  faithful  trust  and  sweet  confiding  love, 
Receiving  from  our  Father's  hand  rich  blessings  from  above, 
Amid  life's  duties,  toils  and  cares,  along  our  pilgrim  way, 
Together  we  have  come  with  joy  increasing  till  to-day; 

Thou,  in  my  every  ill  or  fear, 

In  every  shadow  darkening  near, 
Hast  been  the  Heaven-sent  messenger  to  comfort  and  to  cheer. 

Upon  our  path  and  in  our  home  hath  beamed  a  precious  light, 
With  charms  so  new  and  wonderful,  in  hope  and  promise  bright ; 
An  angel  baby's  face  and  form,  and  laughing  life  of  glee, 
A  golden  link  of  love  to  bind  my  heart  more  close  to  thee; 

Amusing,  mirthful,  elfin  girl, 

A  treasure  sweet — immortal  pearl ! 
Oh,  ever  round  our  darling  may  celestial  pinions  furl ! 

Our  little  world,  so  full  of  joys,  with  cloudless  sky  serene, 
By  sordid  souls  and  vulgar  eyes  is  never  known  nor  seen : 
The  sweetest  bliss  we  can  not  find  in  glittering  wealth  alone, 
Nor  does  it  dwell  in  royal  courts,  nor  on  ambition's  throne; 

In  hearts  of  faith  and  love  it  springs, 

And  blesses  those  to  whom  it  clings, 
Sheltered  and  sweetly  brooded  by  its  soft  angelic  wings. 

Thou  loveliest  one  of  all  on  earth,  of  my  own  self  a  part, 
The  choicest  of  celestial  gifts,  and  nearest  to  my  heart — 
Oh,  never  shall  this  arm  forbear  my  chosen  to  defend, 
And  never  shall  this  heart  grow  cold  till  life's  last  pulse  shall 

Sweet  star  of  life,  whose  vigil  light  [end  ! 

Guides  as  it  glows  with  beauty  bright — 
Can  such  affection  know  decay,  or  die  in  death's  dim  night  ? 

Ah  !  love  that  binds  the  pure  in  heart  is  not  alone  of  earth, 

It  is  an  effluence  from  God,  and  hath  a  heavenly  birth ; 

Its  spirit  thrills  our  wedded  souls  like  music  tones  divine; 

Its  holy  fire  of  sympathy  through  all  our  path  shall  shine ; 
Then,  in  those  radiant  skies  afar, 
Where  naught  can  e'er  its  beauty  mar, 

'Twill  ever  beam  in  glory  with  the  Bright  and  Morning  Star! 


APPENDIX.  389 


MEMORIAL  OF  AN  ONLY  DAUGHTER. 

Deep  calleth  unto  deep  !     The  sky  seems  falling, 

Whelmed  in  wild  sea  and  cloud; 
And  o'er  the  waste  a  sunset  gloom  appalling 

Shuts  like  an  iron  shroud. 

Saviour  !  till  on  the  waves  thy  form  beholding, 

Our  hearts  find  no  release : 
Come  through  the  darkness  all  the  world  enfolding, 

And  speak  to  us  thy  peace. 

Life's  brightest  hope,  the  gift  most  fondly  cherished, 

Home's  fairest,  loveliest  light, 
All,  in  this  great  bereavement,  faded,  perished — 

Day  darkened  into  night. 

Didst  thou,  in  hidden  love,  O  pitying  Father ! 

Make  in  our  hearts  this  dearth  ? 
Or,  for  the  happier  home  in  glory  rather, 

Long  for  thy  child  on  earth  ? 

Her  life  was  beautiful  in  rich  completeness, 

Beyond  her  years  so  far ; 
For  Heaven's  pure  dawning  such  a  radiant  meetness. 

Like  a  full  morning  star. 

Her  mind  was  peerless  in  its  ample  treasure 

Of  varied  gifts  and  grace : 
Wide  fields  of  culture,  with  a  lofty  pleasure, 

'Twas  hers  with  ease  to  trace. 

Wrapt  in  the  tender  folds  of  our  affection, 

Her  smile  as  sunlight  fair, 
Her  words,  her  presence,  like  heaven's  sweet  reflection, 

Can  we  the  jewel  spare  ? 

By  weeks  of  weariness  and  pain  consuming, 
Pressed  to  the  verge  of  life, 


390  APPENDIX. 

Her  trusting  spirit,  with  an  angel's  pluming, 
Soared  from  the  tranquil  strife. 

The  next  grand  moment,  as  at  once  awaking, 
From  wondrous  dreaming  strange, 

Within  the  gates,  her  raptured  view  is  taking 
The  City's  glorious  range. 

Oh,  the  sweet  thrill  of  that  survey  celestial, 

The  blessed  Christ  to  see  ! 
With  dear  ones,  known  and  loved  in  years  terrestrial, 

Again  with  joy  to  be  ! 

How  deep  the  pleasure  of  that  high  communion 

To  the  departed  given — 
The  endless  bliss  profound  in  the  reunion 

Of  spirits  loved  in  Heaven  ! 

Oh,  what  were  life  save  this  glad  expectation, 

As  here  our  dearest  die  ? 
Thanks,  ceaseless,  for  the  glorious  revelation 

Of  the  blest  home  on  high. 

We  cannot  bring  from  hence  whom  God  hath  taken, 

But  must,  submissive,  wait — 
Wait,  in  more  earnest  toil  and  faith  unshaken, 

Till  we  shall  pass  the  gate. 

Ah,  long  we  for  the  radiant,  matchless  daughter  I 

So  much  of  us  a  part : 
Kent  are  our  souls,  and  tears  burst  forth  as  water — 

O  Christ !  bind  up  our  heart. 

Ours  is  the  weight  of  deep,  heart-wrung  afflictions, 

And  sorrow's  toil  and  night; 
Hers,  welcome,  beatific  benedictions 

Of  spirits  robed  in  light. 

Ours,  the  sore  discipline  of  earth's  probation, 
Where  conflicts  never  cease ; 


APPENDIX.  391 

Hers,  victory  sure,  and  endless  jubilation, 
In  full  and  perfect  peace. 

Ours,  pain,  grief,  anguish,  in  the  years  impending, 

And  death  sometime  to  meet ; 
Hers,  a  well-finished  work,  and  life  unending — 

This  trial  scene  complete. 

It  is  the  Lord :    His  wisdom  never  erreth ; 

He  would  not  do  us  ill ; 
We  must  accept  as  love  what  he  pref erreth, 

And  trust  his  goodness  stilL 

She 's  near  us  now,  the  same  sweet,  gentle  being; 

Tis  but  a  little  while— 
A  step,  a  lifted  veil — and  oh,  we  're  seeing 
Her  loving  face  and  smile  ! 


MINNEHAHA. 


[Written  in  1855,  on  visiting  the  beautiful  falls  bv  this  Indian  name, 
meaning  "Laughing  Water."  In  1887  the  writer  revisited  the  place, 
to  reach  it  passing  through  the  splendid  city  of  Minneapolis  with  a. 
population  of  160,000,  which  at  the  first  date  had  no  existence] 

When  o'er  the  prairie  first 

The  Indian  trod, 
And  on  his  vision  burst 

This  work  of  God, 
No  wonder  he  should  claim  it 

A  lovely  sight, 

A  laughing  sprite, 
And  shouting  forth,  should  name  it 

With  rapt  delight, 
Minnehaha ! 

Long  ages  passed,  I  ween, 
And  none  came  near, 


392  APPENDIX. 

To  view  this  charming  scene, 

Its  music  hear: 
Before  the  forest-ranger 

Heard  its  sweet  clang, 

It  rushed  and  rang; 
To  human   eyes  a  stranger, 

It  smiled  and  sang, 
Minnehaha ! 

To  summer-blooming  flowers 

That  fringe  the  brook, 
To  clustering  leafy  bowers 

That  on  it  look, 
To  the  deep  vale  extending 

Far  on  below, 

"Where  echoes  go, 
'Twas  ever  sweetly  sending 

Its  tuneful  flow, 
Minnehaha  ! 

"When  winter's  mantling  snow 

Lay  by  its  side, 
"When  bright  flowers  ceased  to  grow 

Along  its  tide; 
Amid  the  frost-harps,  builded 

By  the  ice-king, 

Each  silver  string 
"With  golden  sunlight  gilded, 

It  still  did  sing, 
Minnehaha ! 

Stars,  in  the  silent  night, 
Might  be  enchained; 

Birds,  in  their  passing  flight, 
Be  long  detained; 

And,  by  this  scene  entrancing, 
Angels  might  roam, 


APPEXDIX.  393 

Or  make  their  home, 
Hearing,  in  waters  dancing, 
Mid  spray  and  foam, 
Minnehaha ! 

Methinks  there  is  a  strain, 

A  saddened  sound, 
A  half-concealed  refrain, 

A  requiem  found, 
And  tear-drops,  softly  falling 

Along  the  steep, 

In  the  wild  leap 
Of  sparkling  waters,  calling 

For  them  that  sleep, 
Minnehaha ! 

The  tribes  that  earliest  viewed 

This  glad  cascade, 
Wild  sons  of  solitude, 

"Who  hither  strayed, 
Have  passed  away  for  ever! 

Come  they  no  more, 

Nor  hear  the  roar 
Of  this  bright,  laughing  river, 

Singing  of  yore, 
Minnehaha ! 

But  hardy  pioneers, 

A  pale-faced  throng, 
Surmounting  toils  and  fears — 

Stalwart  and  strong, 
Their  Eastern  homes  forsaking, 

In  eager  quest 

For  this  great  West, 
Blooms  in  the  desert  making — 

By  thee  find  rest, 
Minnehaha ! 


394  APPENDIX. 

Shout,  to  the  sons  of  peace, 

A  gladsome  cheer, 
Whose  pilgrim-bands  increase 

With  every  year; 
Whose  art  and  taste  are  giving 

To  lake  and  land, 

To  prairie  grand, 
A  glory  bright  and  living, 

With  thee  to  stand, 
Minnehaha ! 

Sing  to  the  rising  State, 

With  cities  fair, 
Whose  power  and  honor  great, 

Her  sons  shall  share: 
Bidding  all  foes  defiance, 

Their  happy  choice 

Shall  them  rejoice, 
While  Freedom,  Truth,  and  Science 

Blend  with  thy  voice, 
Minnehaha ! 

Sing  on — a  hundred  years, 
And  then  how  bright 

This  glorious  realm  appears 
To  human  sight ! 

All  good  things  here  shall  enter; 
True  faith  shall  beam, 
And  blessings  teem; 

Our  Country's  crown  and  center 
This  spot  shall  seem, 
Minnehaha ! 


— ^O<^s>o{5>^ — 


APPENDIX.  395 


THE  NEW   SONG  OF  FREEDOM. 

WRITTEN  IN   1863,  ABOUT  THE  MIDDLE  AND  DARKEST  PERIOD 

of  the  Civil  War. 

From  the  present  conflict  turning, 

From  the  sorrows  of  the  past, 
See  approach  the  happy  morning 

Breaking  o'er  the  land  at  last, 
When  the  South,  in  true  uprising, 

Loosened  from  her  heavy  wrong, 
No  more  slaves  her  sons  comprising, 
No  more  sons  her  wrong  advising, 

Joyous  swells  her  Ransom  Song! 

It  ascends  from  all  her  rivers, 

From  her  hills  and  valleys  fair; 
From  the  dew-bent  flower  that  quivers 

In  her  soft  and  balmy  air; 
From  her  harvest  labor  ringing 

With  the  implements  of  toil; 
From  the  hope  her  new  life  's  bringing; 
From  her  future  freemen  singing 

On  her  sunny,  affluent  soiL 

Sounds  of  joy  o'er  broad  savannas, 

Waking  to  a  newer  life, 
Glad  recall  the  old  hosannas 

Of  the  early  battle  strife, 
When,  our  liberty  achieving, 

North  and  South  together  stood, 
To  their  glorious  purpose  cleaving, 
And  the  boon  at  length  receiving, 

Purchased  with  their  mingled  blood 

Down  the  border  currents  flowing, 
Sweetly  rolls  the  tide  along, 


396  APPENDIX. 

Through  the  tropic  bowers  going, 
Till  the  sea  repeats  the  song; 

Burdened  hearts,  the  music  feeling, 
Catch  the  glow  of  Freedom's  fire, 

And  before  her  altar  kneeling, 

For  their  cause  to  Heaven  appealing, 
Grasp  the  boon  their  hearts  desire. 

O'er  the  snow-clad  Rocky  Mountains, 

Onward  sweeps  the  anthem  clear; 
Mississippi's  farthest  fountains 

Its  rejoicing  echoes  hear, 
While  they  reach  far  hills  surrounding 

Where  the  wild  Comanche  dwells;     . 
Where  Missouri's  flood  is  sounding, 
To  Nevada's  distant  bounding, 

Waking  all  her  golden  dells. 

To  the  mighty  inland  oceans, 

And  the  little  lakes  between; 
To  the  broad  rich  prairie-Goshens, 

Herds  and  harvests  on  them  seen: 
Over  dale  and  hillside  ringing, 

Where  the  Susquehanna  rolls; 
To  the  Catskills'  summit  springing, 
To  romantic  Hudson  bringing 

Strains  that  stir  all  patriot  souls. 

O'er  our  sacred  fields  of  battle, 

By  New  England  rock  and  rill, 
The  rejoicing  paeans  rattle, 

And  revive  at  Bunker  Hill; 
And  through  all  the  land  extending, 

As  a  new  day's  gladdening  light, 
All  our  sundered  interests  blending, 
All  our  stormy  conflicts  ending 

In  the  triumph  of  the  right. 


APPENDIX.  397 

Earnest  faith  the  song  's  inspiring, 

Praise  to  God,  good  will  to  men; 
Purer  knowledge,  all  desiring, 

Flows  in  living  streams  again; 
Schools  and  churches  multiplying, 

All  the  precious  arts  increase; 
Fruits  of  labor,  self-relying, 
Wealth,  with  generous  purpose  vying — 

Marks  of  freedom,  skill,  and  peace. 

Onward,  Flag  of  glory,  flying, 

Grandest  earthly  banner,  thou; 
Higher  rise  to  fame  undying, 

Borne  aloft  by  Freedom  now! 
Thine,  O  Stars  and  Stripes,  the  story 

Of  a  Nation's  wondrous  birth, 
Symbol  of  its  brightening  glory 
Won  from  field  and  conflict  gory, 

Symbol  of  its  power  and  worth. 


"IS  LIFE  WORTH  LIVING?" 

Read  at  an  Observance,  May  15,  1886,  of  the  Writer's 
Seventieth  Birthday. 

Lite  worth  living?    Who  denies  it 

But  the  pessimistic  one? 
Always  dwelling  in  the  shadows, 

Never  basking  in  the  sun; 
Ever  whining  and  repining 

At  what  is  or  is  not  done; 
Looking  at  the  orbs  fast  setting, 

As  they  sink  beneath  the  earth, 
Not  at  brighter  stars  of  morning, 

Rising  from  a  heavenly  birth, 
Glad  to  render  through  their  splendor 

Homage  to  creation's  worth. 


398  APPENDIX. 

Life  in  childhood  is  delightsome, 

Sweet  and  charming  are  its  days, 
Love  and  innocence  combining 

In  a  thousand  happy  ways — 
Heaven  descending,  with  ns  blending, 

Angels  present  to  our  gaze. 
"Wonderful  the  growth  and  beaut}7, 

Lovely  forms,  unearthly  fair; 
Mind's  fresh  budding,  eyes  so  thoughtful, 

Dimpling  smiles  and  golden  hair; 
Would  we  lose  it,  fail  to  choose  it, 

Never  know  the  blessing  rare  ? 

Sure  the  youth-time  is  enchanting, 

Bubbling,  sparkling  in  its  joy; 
Soul  and  body  fast  advancing, 

School  and  books  invite  employ; 
Folly  waning,  wisdom  gaining, 

Man's  fair  blossom  in  the  boy. 
Nature  breathes  her  benediction, 

Spreads  o'er  earth  and  sky  her  glow ; 
Knowledge  brings  her  boundless  treasures, 

Kapture  'tis  to  be  and  know — 
Bright  adorning  of  life's  morning 

In  its  sweet  and  hopeful  flow. 

Early  manhood  has  its  pleasures, 

Aspirations  high  and  true; 
Choices  pleading  for  acceptance, 

Noble  pathways  to  pursue ; 
Friends  that  love  us,  Heaven  above  us, 

Watch  the  ends  we  hold  in  view! 
Hearts  to  hearts  responsive  beating, 

Friendships  rise  to  heights  divine, 
Manly  strength  and  tender  beauty. 

Kindred  souls  to  each  resign; 
Life's  rich  sweetness  finds  completeness 

In  the  home's  pure  sacred  shrine. 


APPENDIX.  399 

There's  a  grandeur  in  well-doing; 

Acting  nobly  for  the  right — 
Standing  firm  for  truth  and  virtue, 

Fighting  always  the  good  fight; 
Never  flinching,  error  clinching, 

Kouting  evil  through  God's  might 
Ah!  'tis  glorious  thus  to  battle, 

Driving  out  the  hosts  of  sin, 
Helping  souls  to  break  their  fetters, 

Bringing  Christ  and  freedom  in, 
Burdens  lightening,  futures  brightening 

Through  the  victories  we  win. 

Men  of  true  and  lofty  purpose, 

Women  of  a  kindred  mind, 
Moved  by  heavenly  inspiration, 

Highest  joy  in  service  find; 
Ever  giving,  through  their  living, 

Greatest  treasures  to  mankind. 
All  the  way  such  souls  are  marching, 

Landscapes  rise  with  verdure  crowned, 
Mortal  streams  flow  purer,  sweeter, 

Gardens  bloom  and  fruits  abound; 
Earth  rejoices — all  her  voices 

Say  a  Paradise  is  found. 

Wonderful  and  doubly  blessed, 

When  we  live  in  others'  lives; 
In  grand  deeds  and  high  example 

All  our  noblest  self  survives^ 
Adding  measures  to  the  treasures 

Which  enrich  each  soul  that  strives. 
Memories,  like  the  wings  of  angels, 

Cluster  round  us  to  the  end; 
Showers  of  grateful  benedictions, 

Manna-like,  on  us  descend: 
Outward  perished  ?    Still  we  're  cherished 

In  earth's  brighter,  heavenward  trend. 


400  APPENDIX. 

Life  worth  living?    0,  my  spirit! 

Break  thou  forth  in  thankful  song 
For  these  years  that  now  are  nearing 

That  for  which  I  hope  and  long. 
Made  victorious,  life  is  glorious; 

Death — and  then  the  heavenly  throng  ! 
Oh,  the  rapturous  culmination 

Of  true  Christly  Irving  here — 
Blest  beatitude  of   being, 

Lifted  to  th'  immortal  sphere, 
Where  life's  story  is  the  glory 

Of  the  soul's  full-crowned  career 


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DIES  XK2£. 

This  noted  Latin  hymn,  ascribed  to  Thomas  of  Celano,  about  1250, 
has  had  many  translators,  but  none  probably  was  ever  satisfied  with 
his  version.  Of  my  three,  the  first,  on  pages  380-82, 1  regard  as  much 
better  than  those  here  inserted  with  the  original.  That  of  1891  consists 
chiefly  of  stanzas  written  while  translating  the  first ;  the  other,  made 
thirty-six  years  ago,  has  been  slightly  revised.  A  very  interesting  ac- 
count of  the  Dies  Irae,  with  various  translations,  is  given  in  Dr.  Philip 
SchafTs  valuable  book,  "Literature  and  Poetry,"  Scribners,  1890. 

1  Dies  Irae,  dies  ilia  ! 
Solvet  saeclum  in  f avilla, 
Teste  David  cum  Sibylla. 

2  Quantus  tremor  est  f  uturus, 
Quando  Judex  est  venturus, 
Cuncta  stricte  discussurus. 

3  Tuba,  mirum  spargens  sonum, 
Per  sepulchra  regionum, 
Coget  omnes  ante  thronum. 

4  Mors  stupebit  et  natura, 
Quum  resurget  creatura, 
Judicanti  responsura. 

5  Liber  scriptus  profereter, 
In  quo  totum  continetur, 
Unde  mundus  judicetur. 


APPEXDIX.  401 

6  Judex  ergo  quum  sedebit, 
Quidqiiid  latet  apparebit, 
Nil  inultum  remanebit. 

7  Quid  sum  miser  tunc  dicturus? 
Quern  patronum  rogaturus, 
Quum  vix  Justus  sit  securus  ? 

8  Eex  tremendae  majestatis, 
Qui  salvandos  salvas  gratis, 
Salva  me,  fons  pietatis. 

9  Eecordare,  Jesu  pie, 
Quod  sum  causa  tuae  viae ; 
Ne  me  perdas  ilia  die. 

10  Quaerens  me  sedisti  lassus, 
Redimisti  crucem  passus ; 
Tantus  labor  non  sit  cassus. 

11  Juste  Judex  ultionis, 
Donum  f ac  remissionis, 
Ante  diem  rationis. 

12  Ingemisco,  tanquam  reus, 
Culpa  rubet  vultus  meus; 
Supplicanti  parce,  Deus. 

13  Qui  Mariam  absolvisti, 
Et  latronem  exaudisti, 
Mihi  quoque  spem  dedisti 

14  Preces  meae  non  sunt  dignae, 
Sed  tu,  bone,  fac  benigne, 
Ne  perenni  cremer  igne. 

15  Inter  oves  locum  praesta, 
Et  ab  haedis  me  sequestra, 
Statuens  in  parte  dextra. 

16  Confutatis  maledictis, 
Flammis  acribus  addictis, 
Voca  me  cum  benedictis. 

17  Oro  supplex  et  acclinis, 
Cor  contritum  quasi  cinis; 
Gere  curam  mei  finis. 


402  APPENDIX. 

18  Lachrymosa  dies  ilia, 
Qua  resurget  ex  fa  villa, 
Judicandus  homo  reus, 
Huic  ergo  parce,  Deus. 


DIES    IRiE. 

Translated,    1891. 

1  Day  of  wrath  and  awful  glory! 
Ends  in  ashes  earth's  long  story, 
As  foretold  by  prophets  hoary. 

2  Oh,  what  fear  and  tribulation, 

"When  the  Judge  conies  through  creation, 
Making  strict  examination  ! 

3  Loud  the  trumpet  blast  astounding, 
Through  the  charnel  chambers  sounding, 
Calleth  all  the  throne  surrounding. 

4  Death  and  Nature,  shocked  and  shaken, 
Wonder  as  the  creatures  waken, 

To  their  Judge  responsive  taken. 

5  From  the  volume,  now  unsealing, 
Sinful  deeds,  each  thought  and  feeling, 
Must  be  tried  with  no  appealing. 

6  As  the  Judge  assumes  his  station, 
Things  concealed  have  revelation; 
Guilty  souls  their  condemnation. 

7  Wretch,  what  plea  can  I  be  making? 
Who  my  case  be  undertaking, 
When  the  righteous  soul  is  quaking? 

8  O  thou  King,  all  kings  transcending, 
Yet  salvation's  gift  extending; 
Save  me,  Fount  of  love  unending ! 


APPENDIX.  403 

9  Jesus  blest !   thy  heart  was  riven 

When  my  sins  brought  thee  from  heaven; 
Lose  me  not  when  dooms  are  given. 

10  Sought  by  thee  through  much  affliction, 
Purchased  by  thy  crucifixion, 

Fail  me  not  thy  benediction. 

11  Judge  of  righteous  indignation, 
Grant  me  gracious  vindication, 
Lest  that  day  bring  reprobation. 

12  Conscious  of  my  guilt,  and  groaning; 
Shame  my  crimsoned  visage  owning, 
God  of  pity,  hear  my  moaning ! 

13  Thou  didst  pardon   Mary  grieving, 
Didst  accept  the  thief  believing; 
Hope,  thy  gift,  am  I  receiving. 

14  From  my  prayers  no  merit  earning, 
To  thy  grace  my  soul  is  turning; 
Shelter  me  from  endless  burning. 

15  To  thy  flock  in  love  allure  me; 
Sev 'ranee  from  the  goats  assure  me; 
Standing  on  thy  right  secure  me. 

16  "When  thy  foes  find  their  punition 
Sharpest  fires  of  dread  perdition, 
Call  me  to  the  blest ?s  fruition. 

17  Suppliant  at  thy  feet  low  bending, 
Bowed  in  dust  my  heart  is  rending; 
Stay  my  soul  when  life  is  ending. 

18  "When  that  woeful  day  is  breaking, 
Man  shall  rise,  from  ashes  waking, 
Justice  might  condemned  declare  him, 
But  in  mercy,  Saviour,  spare  him  ! 


404  APPENDIX. 

DIES    IR^E. 

Translated,    1855. 

1  Day  of  wrath !  that  day  appalling, 
When  the  world  in  fire  is  falling — 
Prophet  voice  and  scroll  recalling. 

2  What  the  dread  dismay  impending, 
When  the  Judge  shall  be  descending, 
Searching  eye  o'er  all  things  bending ! 

3  Wondrous  sound  the  trump  revealing, 
All  earth's  sepulchers  unsealing, 
Summons  to  the  throne  is  pealing. 

4  Death  amazed,  and  Nature  quaking, 
See  the  throngs  their  graves  forsaking, 
And  their  way  to  judgment  taking. 

5  From  the  written  book  inspected, 
Where  men's  deeds  are  all  collected, 
World-awards  shall  be  effected. 

6  Hence,  the  Judge  his  seat  attaining, 
Hidden  things  in  light  arraigning, 
Naught  is  unavenged  remaining. 

7  Ah,  then,  what  shall  I  say,  quailing? 
Who  for  me  shall  plead,  prevailing, 
When  the  just  man's  heart  is  failing? 

8  King  of  glorious  exaltation, 
Life  and  peace  are  thy  donation; 
Fount  of  grace,  be  my  salvation ! 

9  Jesus  !   since  my  sin's  sad  story 
Made  thy  way  so  rough  and  gory, 
Let  my  rescue  serve  thy  glory. 

10  Waiting,  wearied,  thou  hast  sought  me; 
On  the  cross  from  death  hast  bought  me; 
Be  not  vain  what  thou  hast  wrought  me. 


APPENDIX.  405 

11  Righteous  Judge  !  thy  wrath  forbearing, 
Make  remission  free  my  sharing, 

Ere  the  final  dooms  declaring. 

12  Self- accused,  my  guilt  lamenting, 
Of  my  faults  in  shame  repenting, 
Spare  the  suppliant,  Lord,  relenting. 

13  Thy  forgiveness   Mary  knowing, 
Mercy  to  the  robber  showing, 
Hope  on  me  thou  art  bestowing. 

1-i  With  my  prayers  though  sin  is  blending, 
Kindly,  Lord,  my  soul  befriending, 
Shield  me  from  the  fire  unending. 

15  With  the  sheep  by  thee  selected, 
Distant  from  the  goats  rejected, 
Set  me  on  thy  right  protected. 

16  When  the  curst  with  fears  are  riven, 
And  to  fiercest  flames  are  driven, 
With  the  blest  my  place  be  given. 

17  Low  before  thee  I  am  lying, 
In  contrition  rent  and  sighing; 
Comfort  me  when  I  am  dying. 

18  Oh,  that  day  of  tears  and  dooming ! 
When  awaked  from  his  entombing, 
Man   for  judgment   is   assembling, 
Spare,  O  God,  thy  creature  trembling ! 


NOTE  ON  'SOMETHING  FOR   THEE." 

Incidents  relating  to  this  hymn  (pages  135-36)  have  been 
often  solicited.  The  following,  abridged  somewhat,  is  from 
Rev.  Dr.  H.  S.  Burrage's  admirable  volume,  "Baptist  Hymn 
Writers  and  their  Hymns. ' ' 

"This  hymn,  written  in  1862,  was  first  published  in  the 
Watchman  and  Reflector,  and  was  copied  into  various  other 


406  APPENDIX. 

religions  papers.  Later  Rev.  Robert  Lowry  requested  Dr. 
Phelps  to  furnish  some  hymns  for  a  collection  which  he  was 
preparing.  Among  other  hymns  placed  in  his  hands  was  this 
one,  and  it  appeared  in  'Pure  Gold'  with  the  excellent  music 
which  Dr.  Lowry  composed  for  it,  and  with  which  it  will  al- 
ways be  associated.  It  also  appeared  in  'Gospel  Hymns, '  No. 
1,  and  later  in  numerous  collections  in  this  land  and  in  lands 
across  the  sea.  It  has  been  a  most  helpful  hymn  to  many 
hearts.  A  minister  in  Glasgow  says:  'A  large  family  joined 
my  church  lately.  The  mother  told  me  she  had  lirst  of  all 
happened  to  drop  into  our  chapel,  while  a  stranger  in  Glas- 
gow, when  she  was  quite  overcome,  as  if  her  heart  were  Hf  ted 
up,  with  the  people  singing 

Something  for  Thee.' 

4 'Professor  TV.  F.  Sherwin,  a  few  years  ago,  was  holding  a 
Sunday-school  Institute  in  Maine,  and  during  the  singing  of 
the  third  verse  of  this  hymn  a  young  lawyer  was  so  much  af- 
fected that  it  was  the  means  of  changing  all  his  plans  for  life; 
and,  consecrating  himself  to  Christ's  service,  he  devoted  him- 
self with  his  whole  heart  to  evangelistic  work.  Says  Dr. 
Phelps:  'I  have  had  requests  for  autographic  copies  of  this 
hymn,  and  many  testimonies  concerning  its  helpfulness.  I 
have  heard  it  sung  in  various  and  distant  parts  of  our  land, 
on  ocean  steamers,  and  in  other  countries.  A  friend  recently 
showed  me  a  hymnal  in  the  Swedish  language  containing  it. ' 

"At  the  celebration  of  the  author's  seventieth  birthday, 
with  other  letters,  the  following  words  of  sincere  congratula- 
tion from  Rev.  Robert  Lowry,  D.D.,  dated  Plainfield,  N.  J., 
May  13,  1886,  were  read:  'It  is  worth  living  seventy  years 
even  if  nothing  comes  of  it  but  one  such  hymn  as 

Saviour!  thy  dying  love 
Thou  gavest  me. 

Happy  is  the  man  who  can  produce  one  song  which  the  world 
will  keep  on  singing  after  its  author  shall  have  passed  away. 
May  the  tuneful  harp  preserve  its  strings  for  many  a  long 
year  yet,  and  the  last  song  reach  us  only  when  it  is  time  for 
the  singer  to  take  his  place  in  the  heavenly  choir. '  ' ' 

At  the  close  of  the  reading  of  Dr.  Lowry' s  letter,  the  con- 
gregation, tilling  the  First  Baptist  church,  New  Haven,  Conn. , 
at  once  arose  and  sang  this  hymn,  a  touching  scene. 


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